{"id":128,"date":"2012-12-31T16:23:18","date_gmt":"2012-12-31T16:23:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/?p=128"},"modified":"2019-02-11T05:57:14","modified_gmt":"2019-02-11T05:57:14","slug":"gratitudes-of-a-dozen-roses-poem-aberjhani","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/gratitudes-of-a-dozen-roses-poem-aberjhani\/","title":{"rendered":"Gratitudes of a Dozen Roses.Poem.Aberjhani"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0I.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

This rose of spiritual gratitude placed at the feet<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

of a Rasta Warrior Woman showers the earth<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

with sweetfire and hosannas and early morning glory.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0II.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Beneath an African moon shining silver poems<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

and a river of orchards singing purple praises a black rose<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

bows her head like a black swan humbled by her crown of jade.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0III.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Birdsongs weave grace in southern midnight like wine-drunk<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

fireflies. Inside this music of earthly spheres<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

a bronze rose pulses unspeakable peace.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0IV.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

For the sake of a mountain where heaven smiles at heaven,<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

for the sake of streams rushing sonatas toward the future:<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

a dew-covered delight shakes crystal secrets from her red velvet bosom.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0V.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Crawling sleepily out of dreams tendered<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

upon pink petals of quiet ecstasy everlasting and everlasting <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

an island-flavored perfume echoes the scent of a rose.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0VI.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Roots of a new beginning spread piously forward<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

into vines of passion and leaves of revelation,<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

healing petals from the thorny joy of an angel called Jah Gabriel.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0VII.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

A blossom like the naked mystical eye of truth.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Leaves like hands praying down thunder and burning and rain.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Stem like the backbone of a good strong heart.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0VIII.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

What is more powerful than the killing crucifixion<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

of desert heat commanded by a sun with no mercy?<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The perfect shade of a flawless rose afloat above the earth.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0IX.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0X.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The thorn is a bridge spanning the muddy depths<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

of agony and sorrow so that one may on the other side<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

dance to the drums of the rose of joy.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

XI.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

This rose of pearl-coated infinity transforms<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

the diseased slums of a broken heart<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

into a palace made of psalms and gold.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0XII.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

And this one is of eternity. It never stops opening.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The beauty it shines is the same as the path it travels in and out<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

of paradise, every second, of every hour, of every day that comes and goes.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

–by Aberjhani (from <\/span>Visions of a Skylark Dressed in Black<\/i><\/span>) <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0Publishing\/Editorial Consultant<\/i>
\nauthor of Encyclopedia of the Harlem Renaissance <\/a>
\nand The River of Winged Dreams
\n<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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