I spy

As I try to clean up my mother's garden

I spy:

2 novels (read)

4 red roses (undead)

A single roll of thread

 5 batteries (dead)

A weeping daisy on the edge

And a bit of some very depressed hedge .

All things my mother would hate to find in her beloved garden.

Author's Note

List form poetry.

Reviews

[Jennifer Neuman]

this is such an interesting form and one i rarely see. oh and i love the end rhyme!

[~Z]

Indeed. I wonder why those things were in her garden. I believe, myself, that everything happens for a reason.

[deeps]

This is wonderful, love the flow and color scheme.