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Contemporary Haibun Online: An Edited Journal of Haibun (Prose with Haiku & Tanka Poetry)

Donna Fleischer

 

Just Enough

The river trail is flush with wild rose bushes. Flanked by them, their just enough scent, pale whites and pinks, kimonos slightly open

the folds
of the geisha’s robe
wild roses

 

Source: Contemporary Haibun Online: An Edited Journal of Haibun (Prose with Haiku & Tanka Poetry)

Joni Mitchell – For The Roses (Live London 1974) – YouTube

Charles Bukowski – La fin (Finish, 1969) | BEAUTY WILL SAVE THE WORLD

nous sommes comme des roses qui ne se sont jamais souciées
d’éclore quand nous aurions dû éclore et
c’est comme si
le soleil avait fini par être écoeuré
d’attendre
c’est comme si le soleil était un esprit qui
avait désespéré de nous.

*

we are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
waiting
it is as if the sun were a mind that has
given up on us.

***

Charles Bukowski (1920-1994) – Extrait du poème « Finish » – Les jours s’en vont comme des chevaux sauvages dans les collines (Editions du Rocher, 2008) – Traduit de l’américain par Thierry Beauchamp – The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over The Hills (Black Sparrow Press, Los Angeles, 1969) – Written circa 1965

Source: Charles Bukowski – La fin (Finish, 1969) | BEAUTY WILL SAVE THE WORLD

Exclusively on Venus by Trace Peterson | The Brooklyn Rail

EXCLUSIVELY ON VENUS

by Trace Peterson

Roses are red / violets are transsexual / welcome to womanhood / now get to work honey

Roses are performative / violets are biological / I have very sensitive breasts / and so do your breasts

Roses are biological / you have the nicest skin / I can’t stop kissing you / let’s read more nondualistic queer theory

Roses are fed up / with our binary fetishes / I fucked my doctors / and stole all the medication to hide it in a cave and share it with other trans people

Roses have got me / up against the wall / kissing my neck / which is socially constructed to be a super hot strong feminist neck

Roses are violet / violets are roses / I really like you / I like you tube

Roses are born this way / violets have a lesbian streak / something about your dry sense of humor and our soft intertwined limbs / feels transcendently female

Roses are blue / violets are violet / roses are nonviolet / blue is bluenormative

Roses are from mars / violets had the whole surgery / setting up camp / exclusively on Venus

Roses have gone too far / not to be what girls are made of / I’m coming out / to my academic colleagues as a poet and I bet they will run away screaming

Roses are roses / violets are born this way / someone’s got a hoard / of heteronormative transaffirmation porn you say?

Roses are cheeky / I want you to fuck me / drown violets like an accused witch / in your arms which feel like mine

Violets got a name change / roses changed a pronoun / we ate at a restaurant / and forgot to put the leftovers in the fridge

Roses are trochaic / violets have their original plumbing / let’s march in a protest / then go home and we’ll cook something delicious and eat it with a spork

Violets are permanent / roses are impermanent / thank you for becoming me / offering to embrace your form your fate

Flowerbeds are umbrellas / umbrellas are rubrics / I support your identification / and your disidentification

Men are from women / roses are from Jupiter / women are from men / I can’t tell which is softer, your lips or this pillow or the snow descending gracefully outside

Two by Trace Peterson | The Brooklyn Rail

Galatea Resurrects #24 (A Poetry Engagement): TO LOOK AT THE SEA IS TO BECOME WHAT ONE IS: AN ETEL ADNAN READER by ETEL ADNAN

. . . . Love in all its forms is the most important matter that we will ever face, but also the most dangerous, the most unpredictable, the most maddening. But it is also the only salvation I know of. (“The Cost for Love We are Not Willing to Pay,” 375; vol. 2).  – Etel Adnan

Galatea Resurrects #24 (A Poetry Engagement): TO LOOK AT THE SEA IS TO BECOME WHAT ONE IS: AN ETEL ADNAN READER by ETEL ADNAN.

Rubies And Roses : : Kate Fagan : : Inner Nature

HELLO, THE ROSES by MEI-MEI BERSSENBRUGGE, a review by Marthe Reed / Galatea Resurrects #21 A Poetry Engagement

“Sacred means saturated with being.” (92)

Galatea Resurrects #21 A Poetry Engagement: HELLO, THE ROSES by MEI-MEI BERSSENBRUGGE.

“Gesture” by Archy Carroll

Roses left by an unknown someone at the Acland hut near Selworthy Beacon ~  to which the writer Archy Carroll joined a volume of Valentin Louis Georges Eugène Marcel Proust’s
À la recherche du temps perdu.

“Whenever I’ve visited the cemetery at San Michele in Venice I’ve seen a red rose at Stravinsky’s tomb. Dhiagilev always has a ballet shoe and there is a beautiful tomb of a Russian princess which also has a red rose. Is it one person who visits constantly I wonder? These days the process might be considered an art work?

I usually take a book on my morning walk and at the moment I’m reading Proust. There is a ‘wind and weather hut’ a thousand feet up where I can sit facing the sun, and this week someone had left the roses. So I took the photo.” (Archy Carroll, January 2011)

 

Mahmoud Darwish / from “I Am the Last Arab’s Sigh”

If I could start all over again I’d choose what I have chosen: roses on the fence. ~ Mahmoud Darwish

blown apart
by a tempest
the pale pink roses

Donna Fleischer