how do I know if I am concious?

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