Black Roses
written by: Dean Robbins
I’d love to smell your roses,
wheezed the shadow of a man,
your pink and yellow roses,
and the white ones, if I can.
There are only black roses
where I’m from, he rasped again.
Of course, sir. You may smell them all,
replied the ornamental host
smiling at the thought of it all.
But where are black roses found most?
Then turning, saw no man at all,
but rather his dead gardener’s ghost.
Dean Robbins is 63 years old and lives with his wife Karen in Danville, Pennsylvania. He holds a B.A. and M.A. from Bloomsburg University of Pennsylvania. His publication credits include but are not limited to: ideals Magazine, The Lyric, Inside Pennsylvania Magazine, The Broadkill Review, Poetry Quarterly and Eastern Pennsylvania Poetry Review. When neither reading nor writing, Robbins enjoys spending time with his children and grandchildren.
Latest posts by Dean Robbins (see all)
- Black Roses - November 2, 2025
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