<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471492" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sequestered From The Emancipated Roses, Deadlocked Thorn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The soigné ultimatum of a flyleaf<br>stole the peripatetic petals -<br>in a void facet purged<br>from floridly trampling texts<br>How they fandangoed with the flames<br>and glided transverse frozen brooks <br>is now a monastic monument<br>under the sun's stropping gilt<br>casting a plethora of shadows<br>that recounts the saccharine antebellum<br>in a soundless narrative</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amidst this sierra of statuesque memories<br>I orphaned all my abandonments<br>humbled and embarrassed, eyes downcast<br>and unheeding for the celestial supremacy<br>that waned from my succors, <br>Flowerless hands scathed by thorns<br>shearing the obsidian armor</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How I loved these roses and its thorns<br>and avalanched with adulations<br>as they gyrated with the prairie wind<br>that pilfered the scent of a garden<br>manifold of the scarlet corolla of petals<br>soused in honeysuckled, fire breathing noses<br>Their bows and nods now desperately <br>shaking off the pollens afflicted<br>with the most virulent emotion</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sanguine chandeliers prying<br>behind the daze of their colours<br>gave bluster to the parasol-wings and in <br>the upheaval, they are flowers no longer -<br>The roots untied to mangle with vicissitude<br>as my mouth regurgitates ink<br>from groveling before their banquets<br>as sly as a firefly around a candle<br>measuring the undoing of impasse -<br>always a trifle behind the trail, <br>running out of wiles, out of time<br>a scentless hound without a bark<br>hunting for the smoke of flaming roses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the dilettante architecture<br>that gave frame to this lucid dream<br>is now sullen with lifeless age<br>brooding for the empty shelves<br>and the cobweb's noiseless violins<br>because there is nothing more, <br>nothing harder to forgive<br>than the sunrise that shone<br>with premature mildews<br>after the flower's withering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471492" data-title="Sequestered From The Emancipated Roses, Deadlocked Thorn de Norman Santos" data-description="The soigné ultimatum of a flyleaf stole the peripatetic petals - in a void facet purged from floridly trampling texts How they fandangoed with the flames and glided transverse frozen brooks is now a monastic monument under the sun's stropping gi..."></div> </div> </div>

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