Song of Flowers

Jo March

To see my dreams on fogged-out screens

To hear the windblown songs of flowers

To feel the muted beats of quaking hearts

In drum roll echoes of my aging world

While clasping my warm hand in yours


You are my friend and please don’t forget

I am yours and so will always be… 

Go on and hold my graceful word 

Spoken in a raspy whisper for 

Good luck on hoar-capped dandelions


Sun-like flowers aging just like me 

Hiding in fleece-soft grass

Away from butter-golden rays

Now circled by the stubby bumblebee

Now parachuting in their sylph-like bristles 


I will give you ringing bells my friend

At once to shut off my anxiety 

At last to thaw frost-bitten hearts 

To feel again part of one rowdy family

Trusting that death is just a vapid myth


Let me drop my shining word 

Ripple-like in your cool pool 

Of happy consciousness 

While I stand and toss baked stones

Hot-potato-like in blue ink water


Let me give you songs of flowers 

Or watch you chase wandering winds 

While I sit melting sugar dreams 

Inside my cup of marshmallow lather

In darkling twilight through chalk-dusted doors 


Let me but offer loud resounding words 

Echoing with bell-like cadence

Or press our soft warm hands together 

Or stand in life’s circle center-stage

One you and I cannot disturb


May you be blessed my dear friend

My trusted friend as you move on

Blessed for a million lives from now 

By winds that blow from east to west

And by the dreaming angels as you go


Bye my friend bye…



  • Author: Jo March (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 23rd, 2021 16:27
  • Comment from author about the poem: The idea for this poem came from a short piece I wrote as a child (I will give you sound of bells and songs flowers blowing of wind... And you will go with these words. You are my friend and I am your friend. Bye, my friend, Bye.)
  • Category: Friendship
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  • Saxon Crow

    An amazing piece of poetry!

    • Jo March

      Thank you so much!

    • L. B. Mek

      'Spoken in a raspy whisper for
      Good luck on hoar-capped dandelions

      Sun-like flowers aging just like me
      Hiding in fleece-soft grass'..
      Beautifully worded!
      such a sweet dedication
      thanks for sharing, dear poet

      • Jo March

        Thank you so much! I really appreciate it.

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