Friday, August 31, 2012


Do flowers not sing?
As they wilt and kiss the earth
Their proud petals decomposing
Arched stalk broken
Sweet scent overwhelmed?
In death, they bleed the essence
Of stolen innocence.

I had a flower that sang
but she is silent now.
An immortal blossom
pressed between the yellow
folds of my soul.
— I miss the lilt of your music.

A dying image. How long can I linger and write of grief? Perhaps if I remain saddened forever.


  1. "In death, they bleed the essence
    Of stolen innocence."

    I don't know if ethylene can be compared to stolen innocence, but they were secreted by trees in senescence. btw, you wrote beautifully.

    1. You flatter me. Ethylene huh. Never knew that. Interesting. You write beautifully yourself btw.