Thorns of the Rose

shattered lines and broken spheres:
the fractured worlds collide
a jumbled heap,
and tossed to keep
in attics of the world.

A pawn shop’s heart,
a junk yards soul
used refuse for profit.
Clean the gunk off of it:
each item once loved
and treasured dearly
forgotten in the dust.

One mans trash
is another man’s treasure
or so the saying goes:
the thorns of the rose
is that which gives meaning
whether ’tis young or old.

-JRWH, 07/06/14

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