saying finito with ROSES is a poet's way - by John Sharkey
a ROSE is a ROSE is a ROSE
like the ROSE of Tralee
the white ROSE of summer blooms
oh my wild ROSEaleen
or with Plath in her gasnested hour
for even amidst silent elemantals
the golden lotus ROSE can be planted
ROSE, of the pure contradiction,
delight, of being no one's
deep under so many lids
was a final emotive scribble of Rainer Maria Rilke
Coleridge tried it with
ere sin could blight or sorrow fade
death came with friendly care
an opening ROSE to leave conveyed
and bade it blossom there
W B Yeats with a ROSEmori
to cast a cold eye on life,
on death horseman, pass by
finally for Ludwig Wittgenstein
how do I know if I am concious
or in a ROSE coloured dream
