Gardenias

Gardenias are my favorite flowers...

I hold a flower in my hands,

cupped gently so as not to ruin the delicate petals.

This stark white gardenia,

silent in its perfection, soft and sweet and fragrantly charming.

This white flower of death.

Gardenias lie on my grave in piles,

hiding the tomb beneath,

Gardenias lie on my tombstone

cov'ring the child beneath.

Cov'ring the innocence that ran deep.

Gardenias are my blanket on this cold wintry night

Gardenias are the candles in the darkness of the night.

I stand here,

Petals in my hand and I crush them

and they fall to the ground.

You think that flowers will take away the blame

you think that I will live again,

but I can't.

Reviews

[Arthur Crow]

Truly profound.. this is dynamic in it the relationship between the Gardenias and the emotional predicament of the location you find yourself in. It's all woven together for an enchanting scene of gloomy beauty. What am I saying..? I just love it!