THE BOUQUET
A forlorn place
where nettles bend
and in their court
still wet with rain
from crying clouds
its wrapping torn
the colours bleached
its petals bowed, translucent now
in shades of pastel grey.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
Offline) - Published: September 12th, 2019 01:26
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Such a sad emotive write Michael.
Still like that artwork (see your poem Plastic Waste)
Yes it's recycling - thanks Andy
A fine write and pic M. Miss Berles get caught in any rain?
It often Tum Berles on her
You know Tum. Does he eat a lot? Big tum tum?
I simply love these words... and the eye-catching artwork is something else too.. a captivating page sir....
Neville
Always appreciate your kind responses - thanks Neville.
Emotion flows from these solemn lines Michael - - what tale could it tell that sad bouquet....? - This if for me a write to remember so into my faves this one goes.
By a roadside following a fatal accident - the bouquet still there after several weeks - a sad sight. Thanks Fay. And thanks for the save,.
A thing of beauty cast aside for the elements to now own.
A deep sadness pervades your piece today. A contrast to it's title which initially gained my response above. Now i'm not so sure.
See my reply to Fay for the background to this little 'un. Thanks so much dusk.
ME I once lived about 300yds away from a layby where a murdered body was found dumped there after a particularly horrible crime which hit the national headlines. I personally found it quite sick that year upon year people would place flowers there, a reminder to us locals of the tragedy dumped upon our doorstep. The murdered girl was french and had no friends or relatives in the area.
AWWWWW!!!!!
No finer words I have read, but still imagine reading the card and an instantaneous smile
Thanks loads Suresh - if the card is still there - if it ever it was there.
BRIAN HERE ~ Thanks for sharing Uncle Mike ! Loved the emaciated Birds (Heroin Chic !) and the POEM is very decriptive of many FORLORN PLACES I have known ~ A GEM ! All scenes of *fatal ?* accidents have a special melancholy !
Blessings to You & Yours
Love B & A (still in bed 4:30 am Fri !)
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