Every day at 11:35am
a man walks into a flower store.
Three minutes later,
he walks out with the most peculiar flower.
I have noticed this man and his flowers many times.
Walking alone, along the canal,
his scarf fluttering against his coat.
The florists states they receive a special order of his flowers every week.
He gives a small 'thank you' and walks out.
A very solitary gentleman indeed.
On this day,
he exited the flower shop
with his bundle of strangeness.
He walked away from the city,
towards the singular graveyard behind the church.
He walked a well trodden path to a shady area under a big oak tree
where a lone gravestone stood
next to an empty plot of grass
and sat.
He removed the wilting flowers in the gravestone holder
and placed the new ones in.
He started discussing his plans for the day
and how they would have chuckled,
when he forgot his car keys, and had to walk all the way here.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
Offline) - Published: December 12th, 2025 10:37
- Comment from author about the poem: I’m supersede I didn’t upload this poem once I finished it in February. Created: 10/23/24 | Edited: 12/12/24 | Finalized: 2/20/25. Inspired by the Prompt: Write a poem about someone going to a flower shop every day and getting a special type of flower. (Not based on real events) Enjoy!
- Category: Love
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Comments1
An intriguing poem that reveals a secret and leaves a feeling of loss and its effects on memory. Well done
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