the roses drooped gently
as if knowing their time
was coming to an end
some reaching for the sun
others bent and broken
what does it mean that we buy
each other blossoms already dead
what does it mean for us to watch
their lovely corpses decay
on our mantles and tabletops
only to be tossed aside when
they begin to shed their petals
is it truly a symbol of love
or simply another sign of
our vanity thinking the careless
thought that we can control
a bit of nature
***
as i woke up,
i could not remember my dreams
i tried to go back to sleep
thinking i could yet reclaim
the sweet place of slumber's repose
but it was not to be
the sun streaming thru
the stained glass window
spraying the room with
shards of light
as my son bellowed echoing
the song of morning
cheerfully broadcast by
happy birds of spring.
*****
'you were always more trouble than you were worth'
she muttered bleakly at the stringy mass of tangles
that laughed back at her from the foggy mirror...
she realized there was but one way to end this
she reached into the bathroom cabinet ready to do damage
pulling out the clippers and the razor bound and determined
'Freedom at last!' she bellowed as each soggy golden tress
landed in a pile on the cobalt and ivory tiled floor...
'..maybe tomorrow' as the alarm clock buzzed waking
her from the most wonderful dream of
no more tangles no more tears.
i could not remember my dreams
i tried to go back to sleep
thinking i could yet reclaim
the sweet place of slumber's repose
but it was not to be
the sun streaming thru
the stained glass window
spraying the room with
shards of light
as my son bellowed echoing
the song of morning
cheerfully broadcast by
happy birds of spring.
*****
'you were always more trouble than you were worth'
she muttered bleakly at the stringy mass of tangles
that laughed back at her from the foggy mirror...
she realized there was but one way to end this
she reached into the bathroom cabinet ready to do damage
pulling out the clippers and the razor bound and determined
'Freedom at last!' she bellowed as each soggy golden tress
landed in a pile on the cobalt and ivory tiled floor...
'..maybe tomorrow' as the alarm clock buzzed waking
her from the most wonderful dream of
no more tangles no more tears.
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