It was my dream to have a rose garden
And numerous young stalks I gathered
and did upon myself burden
to raise one to my taste.
Step by step, I took my time, no haste
The tilling, the manuring
The planting and the watering
I dutifully watched over my dream
Day and night.
Then each stalk began to develop buds
Little cocoons of green
with tiny tips of red and pink
embedded into tender shoot outs of mock branches
It was like a spell: Success.
Doubled efforts, extra care
Transition from bud to bloom
Petals spreading in answer to unheard beckoning
A beautiful world of colours blended so fine
Fragrance amazing caressing my nostrils
All senses sent on a journey of pleasant discoveries
I could stay here – Forever!
I have made a bed and I shall lie
The silky petals shall offer me
Warmth and comfort
The fragrance my food and drink
The beauty for all eternity my joy
Oh! Enough now.
I need some rest – Forget all else.
Reality comes knocking
I toss and turn
One harsh prick after another
The petals betray me
The whistling wind whither and whisk them away
Now thick thorns taunt and torment
Spiders with their webs come
Oh! Now what?
Get back to work!
nkem . . .