... rose ...

Free Saturdays dont come about very often.. when they do, its the simple things that make them so special ... making a hot buttery toast with some home made apricot jam brought over from France just for us by a very thoughtful couple, a big mug (humongous actually!) of coffee with its nostalgic aroma filling the studio room, and listening to Bon Iver, who have been my musical obsession of late.. yes i know, im late to the party, but good things cant be rushed :)  ... it may have been the bittersweet vibe of the music that made this poem perfect to accompany the melodies, and the soft pastels of this photo... 

everything seemed hopeless until i Rose

everything seemed to wither except Rose

everything seemed ugly and twisted only Rose

everything lost meaning until Rose arose

not just anything but everything Rose

not just anyone could have been Rose

not just anyone could have been with Rose

not a damn thing made sense just Rose

I rose for and because of Rose

Poem by Alex Kadzitu