chocolate covered roses

and if no one listens
reads, understands or cares
that makes no difference to her
embroidering her own hermetic world
yet if I complain, or even simply
formulate a doubtful comment about
her solitary vocabulary,
her poor mastery of image
or visions of mediocrity
she’ll be quick to remind me
I’m not in my place
to comment on her dreams
shared in a fashion so particular
so individual, so destined -
so much like chocolate covered roses
which faded in last winter’s blustery snowstorms
are unpreserved by goblets of fresh rainwater

how is it that these people don’t realize
that a nonsensical combination of words
may certainly be inspirational,
but, spun out of planetary rotation,
what on earth do they mean?



chocolate covered roses
[2007.4.9…b]