Thrown and Clutched

Botond Varga
Poetrica
Published in
1 min readDec 14, 2017

An eternal doze
To serve its cause.
Rose plucked from riverside. Heraclitus
Stands in momentary paralysis,
Bleeding.

Anthesis of rose
Thrown and Clutched. Woes
Whom falls in love with love itself: vainly
Sailing, Theseus still, intangibly
Fleeting.

What a sad thing is a rose
Furled in flames! Death arose…

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Botond Varga
Poetrica

I sometimes wonder if everything is blue. Then I think ‘no wait, that doesn’t make sense’.