where have

all

the Roses

gone..

I became one..flower

the unit

a single outlook of

what floral arranged..wearing

an image

I chose to disguise

the beauty of my

soul

the glory of mornings

smiled on a lit screen..with

technology

showing me how it works

in a bat of an eyelid

u are someone new

ready..willing and able

to reach out

become

collaboration

and Now

life gets.. no

connection..just hello

it's been real..was nice 2 meet ya..

..never met..and thats how it was..

a Rose..

should of stayed a mystery..

in it's self

faceless

where i became the thorn

implanted..rushing.. love..

co-signing

my own self dismissal

2WALK AWAY..poetless

half of what left me

ashamed..

Create..

Sheila T Jordan..