The flowers I brought you
Are in your window dying
I hope they say, “He thought of you!”
One more time
Before they gasp their last
In my hand they stood tall, proud
Radiant in their best yellows and greens
They brightened your day
“Aren’t they lovely,” received with a kiss
They told you I thought of you
When I had nothing to say
Now they are dying in your window
I could have let them be
Left enthusiasm to float
With the pollen on the spring breeze
Spared their lives, sneezed
Found something to say to you
That’s never there when I need it
Instead I killed some flowers
To brighten your day
To let you know I thought of you
When I couldn’t find the words
To tell you how I feel
And now they are dying in your window
And Godammit, I’d do it again
Flower Murderer that I am
To brighten your day
And let you know I thought of you
When how I felt was bigger
Than all the words I couldn’t find
That often can be found dying in your window
Photograph by Alex Markovich
Find his work here https://photo-art.me/
For Elizabeth, the constant muse
That poem says a lot more than it says. Great write.
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Thanks for that. It means you read it!
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‘Flower murderer’. Hahahaha. Brilliant. I laugh, but it’s a really touching piece in truth.
– Esme sat amongst the daisies upon the Cloud
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For all the times that no matter how we paint them, words just get in the way. And so we murder flowers because there are no words for what we need them to mean.
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That’s so well put.
– Esme of Cloud fame
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