2 poems

by regina osgood stapledon pictures by rhoda penmarq poem the universe is a fading rose trembling on ballerina toes plucked by invisible hands and tossed upon windswept sands the sands are our immortal souls disappearing down black holes never to be seen again until the dreamer wakes - o when? when will the sun return? when will the tower burn? when will the trees walk? when will the grass talk? when will wise men climb down from the walls and listen to the rain as it falls washing away their prophecies like dandelions laughing in the breeze? * the flower after the storm of passion - after the rainfall of lust - the solitary flower stands still in the shiny dust the smirking sun is rising - clenching its fiery fist the flower can only await its fate unable to turn or twist the tiniest bug can scamper away the smallest bird find shade the flower can only await its fate an unchaperoned maid *