on my bedroom dresser,
demise blooms from cracked petals and dried stems,
rubbing against a dusty glass vase. 

each flower once flourishing and loved--
only to be hung upside down,
and left to die in a dank closet. 
forgetting its loveliness. 
robbed of its beauty. 

the frivolous bouquet of un-growing flowers,

each bud, 
a shriveling memory of the momentous moments--
now fading in color.
but saved to remember the fleeting scent of joy.
it is necessary to remind a flower of its beauty
to retell it in words
and say that it is lovely
until it flowers again.

because she forgets
and drains herself trying to bloom for others.

More by Anonymous

  • Poetry

    By Anonymous

    turn my swag on

    Live, Laugh, Love.
    The beautiful flowers of earth sprout from the seeded soil,
    The trees blow back and fourth with the rythem of the wind,
    the ocean swells into giant pool along the rock cliffs of life,
  • Poetry

    By Anonymous

    Pablo Naruda Emulation

    Inspired By: "Ode to Tomatoes" -Pablo Naruda

    Moving up the highway 
    flying by
    cars moving 
    around me
    slithering between 
    mountain walls 
    orange trees