Flowers of Life

Life and changes that come along, breakups, remnants we leave behind, memories

Flowers of Life

 

My yellow and white daffodils of every flavored scent,

Gathered together to protect their fragile petals,

Never sorrowful cheerfully awaiting tomorrow,

But the groundhog dug holes, eating the seeds

In the rows that I hoped, now packed full of weeds.

 

Heavy coated colorful lilies, exotic unencumbered,

Restless for touches planted in garden’s summer,

With great care I took, but now impatiently thirsting,

Like me, for delicate tender touches of the earth’s wonders.

 

The weeping cherry tree splattered tiny white blossoms,

A blizzard conquered melancholy, but never forgotten.

Not to be a noble one sculpted by tradition, still

Sentimentality rushes inside never unforgiving,

 

Their veins filled but altered now awaiting the villain’s slaughter,

I weaned away my flowers, conquered love's burden and strife,

But still abandoned, no funeral; Mourning does take its time. 

 

Cut down the ashen bulbs of lavender and white crocus,

Red tulips and all my colorful roses, wrung in the dirt,

By the hard rocks invading the dwelling’s circumference,

Another unwise Sacrifice for martyrdom,  

 

Terminating my affections, returning unrelenting,

But too heavy a toll, my acquaintance severed,

With a machete:

Fiend, flower hater, garbage maker, morbid master,

  

But how I did love the cheerfulness most of all,

Every summer, spring, winter and fall,

Though now I’ve crossed my heart of it all,

I did tenderly care for my flowers that lie.

 

So where did my glorious garden go? 

I heard the weeping cherry is not fairing,

Ruined with hard knocks, aphids, mites,

Pine needles, women haters, (FORGET-me-Knots)

and what not.

No pity for soft petals that fell upon brown leafs,

That speak of unfastened pain, vigilantly raked away,

So quickly and carelessly they perish beneath old oak trees.

Author's Note

Cheerfullness is a type of Dafodill: Weeping Cherry is a beautiful tree.Thank you for your reviews, it is greatly appreciated; any corrections. Thank you in advance for reading. I really appreciate it!

Reviews

[willweb]

Dale, this one started off so happily and quickly turned to sadness. the losing or destroying of what is so special to us. By our own hand we chip away until all we have left are memories of the beauty we once knew...now weeds, bugs and knife marks remain. Well done but oh so sad.

[Don't just B, but B ama..]

This is a WONDERFUL piece using beautiful images to portrayso many emotions, love it. YAY YOU !!

[Abigail]

Beautiful poem! Very colorful. I could almost feel the soft flowers in my hands as I walked though your poem. I love walking through a field of wildflowers!

[W R Stowe]

This essence of a floral garden sounds simular to a heart broken lover and of course we always used an old oak tree when burying something within ist foliage cover very nice and descriptive poem

[Lizardo]

This poem is the name of beautiful...
I sincerly love the part where you wrote: ''So where did my glorius garde go?''
I love this piece, excellent

[Matching Socks]

Awww, you're breaking my heart Dale.
Where is this garden, I will plant a new one for you. Full of beautiful perennials, not annuals.
They will bloom anew every Spring, just for you. They will cheer you all through summer and into fall.
And in winter the bulbs will cuddle under a warm blanket of snow.

[Confuser]

I really miss my flowers - seriously. And you are so sweet, I love flowers so much, love playing in the dirt too; your review is like poetry. Beautiful. Big Smile! So nice, you get it.

[Matching Socks]

I love flowers too :)
They cheer a place up.

[Confuser]

I am very sentimental and awww they were my solice - I had every type of daffodil; I can still see them and bought expenses lillies: a lady bought them $20, was a great price for one, had loads more.....he plowed them over...meanie...that's been 21 yrs, but I love flowers, my roses...we get along fine now...especially w/Cathy sick, but he was a mean sucker!!! So, don't think I'm still pouting, when I speak of martyr, etc. I was...gave him way too much; but it's alright.

[Matching Socks]

aww Dale ((Hug))
Chin up darling girl

[Confuser]

Oh, I'm fine: I could see me blurting out to him: Where's my Damn Flowers? LOL, got to tell Cathy. He'd think I'd flipped my lid. You're sweet. It is just a poem. I'm about to plant some more this week. I AM!!! My NEW HUSBAND will buy them; and we have a tiller. I'm making my voice go up and down; you would laugh; my sense of humor is very wicked!

[Confuser]

I miss you Ana Sophia - I look for you in my mind's eye....I remember you in your words.

[ANTO]

To me this speaks of the changing world - this world in turmoil and anyone who has children or who loves children and their fear for their future compared with our beginnings - our relatively peaceful beginnings. This place was never the garden of Eden but it had pockets that looked like the garden of Eden may have looked but it is turning into the garden of Hades all too rapidly.
A concerned and caring poem Dale for humanity. thanks for sharing.

[Terrence Chang]

Nice it is very deeply thought I presume. Great work.