This Landscape is Changing

A Boy With Roses

My mother is painting the kitchen black                                                                      

With black flowers and music swelling through the curtains                                                                    

I can't breathe in this house, overflowing in reds                                                                

Hanging seashells and snails from the windowsill                                                          

Thumbs replaced by dew-covered thimbles                                                                              

I've made a place to put my fears when I am feeling small                                        

By the moonlit fireplace, the ashes of my dead dog                                                                                              

I go there at night and remember the way it was, our song                                          

Dancing in the soft sands of childhood colours                                                              

Everything becomes a memory fading as we grow older                                                                

I don't know how to talk to her and I feel so alone                                              

Watching my sisters playing in ribbons of sweet laughter                                        

The canvas rests silently on the easel.                                                                                      

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 27th, 2022 15:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: Been painting a lot this summer. Drinking a lot, having fun. Currently writing my debut collection of poetry so won't be posting as much. Wishing you well.
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  • L. B. Mek

    all the best!
    thanks for sharing, dear poet

    • A Boy With Roses

      Ty. I'm hoping to self-publish by January of next year, some published and unreleased stuff along with some of my paintings.

      • L. B. Mek

        awesome! more power to you



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