The the theme is "Rose" what could be simpler for poets? lets see what we can do...

A moving shadow of minnows
choreographed
by a hand
that also pours dust over a shaft
of light that filters through long silent afternoons
like Roethke’s dolor
covering me with dirt as my heart learns to lie
down forever
God
You made me ugly and that is a fact
But I love you and since I cannot such things
Lay over me roses that have grown back
From the root stock
None of those frilly ones please
I want the wild and thorny type with nothing going
For them but the will to go on
Sans anything
Except you.

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and if one should bloom upon this
dessicate corpse, there my blessing.
and enough of the promise fulfilled
to justify all my reading and study.
the lesson of thorn and petal finally
learned, wholly appreciated.
a thing accomplished...finished

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"a rose is a rose is a rose?"