Yellow flowers


His yellow flowers often grew
Beside this yellow bin he knew
Betwixt three trees who's faces bend
And twist until the winter blew

Who is this man that comes again
To watch; what was he watching then?
And should I wonder if he took
This path to palm my crooked hand?

No word of God from him, I looked
Inside his pockets or his purse
And so as for the hymns he sung
They must be from his fathers hook

He whistled lightly though among
His flowers trees and ending song
And wondered why they took so long
And wondered why they took so long.

  • Author: J. Palinski (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 23rd, 2017 08:29
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 413


  • Heather T

    I think this is so lovely, a bit haunting at the end with the repeating verse. I'm so curious about the man! Is there a backstory?

    • thehippiepoet

      Thanks haha, but there isn't really a backstory. With a lot of my writing I simply create a scene in my head and write about it.

      • Heather T

        I like your world. Kewl.

      • P.H.Rose

        Yes I too love this poem
        Just flows beautifully
        I love the rhythm

      • FredPeyer

        Had to look up what the word "betwixt" means. Somebody once said that a poet creates a painting (or picture) with words, and you succeeded very elegantly. Thanks!

        • thehippiepoet

          Haha it is an interesting word. Thank you Fred

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