SHAKESPERE AND ROSES

Gently a petal slowly falls from bloom

Words of Shakespere dancing like roses within the shadow of his mind

Each descent is heard like a failing falcetto of choir

For the want of something good

With words of silk

A mind of phrases

Sits in his dwelling

Nothing but a companion of meek and tragic thoughts

Life of art

Space a stage so cold and bland that one might leer upon

errant craftmanship Or his sickness

 talking lines from the bottle about dismal reality

Though the voices of Romeo and Juliet

Remain

in his heart!!

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