The Black Rose

Creative Writing

Feb 10

Artist's Statement: "From physically moving from one location to another.| From mentally learning about one subject to another."

The light in your eyes stirs my soul

Languishing in Lethe, fallen from

The precipice of ephemeral love.  

Broken, the darkness sees me whole:

Crying, distanced from tears; and

In the pallid profounds I etiolate. 

But a white rose blossoms

Next to me, enlivened by your

Subsisting gaze: 

Gaze so upon me

Persistently.

I, the black rose, blanched. 

Draw me nearer, until slivers of soul

Unite, and tears abjure

My cheeks - 

True, Thanatos ran

With stifling fetters

Which then have been outrun; 

But we have climbed the velds

And are found wanting

By some aether or distant star. 

Let us stop and stay, then,

Gazing at that white rose.

I have seen Sisyphe - and I am afraid.

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