[GUEST POETRY]

A yellow rose and a thousand red roses 

by Francia Clavecillas

 

There used to be
just one yellow rose
defining the scars
of my geography;
Each scar was a terrain
unfamiliar to promenaders
holding hands
under kind stars.
Then I dreamed
of a thousand women
swallowing the teeth of their sorrow
Each of them was giving me
a red rose. 

 

"At present, aside from working with the marginalized, I do freelance writing, conduct training in community organizing, play the guitar and a local instrument called bandurria. I write poetry with an earned self-confidence."
- fr her home page on HubPages where she writes as franciaonline

The author is the creator of self-esteemandcommunityorganizing.com  

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