If I knew the words I would cultivate them in a garden, handpick them, and offer you the best of
rose-colored words. I would plant sycophant seeds until a thousand roses convinced you. I
would painstakingly tend those rose-colored words till you could smell the culmination of roses
forming poems. I promise you in the winter when those petals disintegrate and words fall from
the stem a haiku would survive. In the summer those stems would grow with the semantics of
words until letters are born. Sow eloquence into the ground and watch the juxtapose rise. I
would like to convince you with the rhetoric of roses. That an allegory was born with those roses
an underneath hope. From that seed of hope grows the rose of love.
YOU ARE READING
Rhetoric of Roses
PoetryA small poem I wrote for a girl named Tanya that I met at UMD. Her name is Tanya but I called her Moana.
