A Weed Among the Roses


A Weed Among the Roses


How dazzling this garden

dense with colorful flowers alluring my senses.

Sometimes I pause to rest in the shade by the roses

where the scent my soul cleanses

and entices my dreams to be one among them.

And I lay there content

watching clouds pass me by

 while my wishes far fly

wrapped in the sweetest scent.

But this flourishing place cannot breathe

with the weeds side by side

where their roots buried deep

may  smother the growth of these flowers,

and therefore I must pluck

from the roots,

all these dreams I let spread like the weeds

that grow wild among roses-


October 18, 2018

“They’re just weeds, love, they don’t belong anywhere.’ Her granddaughter stuck out her bottom lip and furrowed her brow.

‘That doesn’t seem very nice. Everything belongs somewhere.”

― Kathryn Hughes, The Letter


2 thoughts on “A Weed Among the Roses

  1. I’m not a dreamer, of course you know this. Lol
    Life is real and now, happening every moment. I’m in it. I do sometimes wonder what would be different in my life if I were a dreamer. Meh. Well probably never know haha.

    The poem though, made me glad for being as I am briefly. Although I’m a poet and in transitioning to creative writing I’ve had to delve into that dream realm a bit more than I ever have. It’s also very pleasant and can leave me with a smile on my face 🙂

    • Hector says:

      Knowing you for so long I can feel the shift in your life and it brings a big smile to hear life is real and you are allowing yourself to be a part of it. ❤️

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