Birthday Flora

cast them aside they said

once dressed in pearl perfection

those roses are undoubtedly dead

while tiger moon lilies look on

bruised and bemused

no longer gifting scent

memory of perfume pervades

in a room where blooms wither

petals turn paper thin

perfection long gone

heart cries no they stay

there is elegance in demise

they stand proud in a vase

whose clear cut glass gleams

my grey eyes cloud empathetic

they stand tall

flowers may lose colour

fade fast, nothing living lasts

though stems show backbone

in the face of adversity

behold broken beauty

in silent solace lingering

dignity dawdles towards death

dried out they may be

and soon to be but not yet

a reminisce

Reviews

[Dave]

March 9th was her birthday. The beautiful bouquet still gives off its delicious aroma and the blossoms brighten the room. To see her face when she catches a glimpse of them each day she passes them is a joy.
Thank you for the wonderful, imagery you put in your writing.
Take care - Dave

[Chris Shaw]

Good she had a birthday bouquet. Thank you fir your visit Dave. My best wishes.

Chris

[Dave]

You too, Chris.
Take care - Dave

[Coyote Poetry]

I hate buying plants that shall die. I buy plants that I must replant and they grow bigger. By my computer I have four Bonsai money trees that were one foot and now are four foot. Hello dear Chris from Michigan. Thank goodness, Michigan had some warm days. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Coyote. I tend to buy plants too. They last much longer and come back year after year. Flowers are a beautiful gift but fading flowers are sad. Thank you for your visit.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Chris and you are welcome.

[Poetic Beauty]

I actually love the look of dried flowers. A few times over the years I have sprayed them with hair spray to preserve them and keep them a dry base because I like the way they look.

There is beauty to be found in many things. We just have to take a deeper look sometimes

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for the tip PB. There was something so subtle in those decaying flowers. They were leaving a message which I didn't want wasted. Hairspray it is then.

Chris

[Poetic Beauty]

I’m glad you liked the idea of using hair spray to preserve them.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Christine... we also start out as Buds that open up and blossom in our own individual beauty. We gather the petals as they drop and perhaps make a scented bowl of memories... your poem has been a somber realization that we are part of Nature. tenderly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

How lovely your review dear Pat, and what wisdom you impart too. Love across the waves.

read moreHow lovely your review dear Pat, and what wisdom you impart too. Love across the waves.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

Good morning Chris... today is Thursday... yesterday was unseasonably warm about 80.. I bought a wee Cup of Crocus and a
Fresh Pot of yellow tulips in soil to place by our kitchen sink... hopefully all these Bulbs will bloom again in the Spring of 2022. “Planting ahead is on my Agenda”. Happy Gardens make happy 💕 hearts. Love across the waves. Pat

[Chris Shaw]

I have also been buying plants Pat. Azaleas, which won't bloom until early May, but I too like to think ahead. And of course they will come back again next year. Happy pottering in your garden :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris... my Mother Edith loved flowers and grew Red Cannons that grew tall. She raised Parakeets for a few years or so. They would sit on your hand and give you kisses ... they would learn many words to speak... such fun. Love the word “Pottering”. We just bought two very large Pots with holes in the bottom, and lots of rich garden soil to mix with peat moss. Our land does not have red clay: however the previous owners did not have a garden, so the earth is hard... Birds are all Atwitter. Be still and listen to the wind. Prayers for everyone... with love, Pat ...

[John the Baptist]

I think the flowers here are a metaphor for humanity. We too reach our resplendent peaks, but like all material things, our bodies begin the long slide toward exhaustion. That is why spiritual resources must be found before it is too late. There is nothing sadder to behold than roses withered and strewn.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks John, I appreciate you sharing your thoughts. Pleased to have you visit. Keep safe and well.

Chris