My Roses Are For Seekers

Napowrimo Day 22: Pick an Emily Dickinson poem and make it your own.

I chose “My Nosegays Are For Captives”

The original:

My nosegays are for captives;
           Dim, long-expectant eyes,
        Fingers denied the plucking,
           Patient till paradise,

       To such, if they should whisper
           Of morning and the moor,
        They bear no other errand,
           And I, no other prayer.

My poem:

My roses are
For seekers, world-weary;
Eyes bloodshot and blurred,
Souls impatient and ready.

To such, if they
Would only shout out loud
Of expectant constellations
And refuse to cease the sound,

They would have no farther
To go.
I’d give of mine, with plenty
Left to show.