Just Weeds there Now

Just Weeds there Now

 

 

 

flower

flower children

flower power

flower flurry

 

flower's message

she loves me

no wait

Please don't tear the wings off that flower

 

flower

flower's leaning

another flower accepts

 

flower children

flower power

flower flurry

 

flowers for Algernon

flowers wilting

flowers dead and buried

 

the sixties went away

now just empty pots

scourged gardens

 

no beads

no need

 

the movement's roots

got uprooted,

 

flower

flower children

flower power

flower forgotten

 

the sixties went away

i think i have one pressed in a book of poetry

a Poulin anthology of the Beats

 

flower power lives within

many are flowers dead and buried

but i still feel the flurry

 

i'll never forget

flowers are too beautiful

not to remember.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/18/2020

Reviews

[Beccy]

My parent's formative years were the sixties. Even now, some half a century later I can see the influence of that time in the way they are.

I remember from many years ago, a story my father told my sister and I, about the first time he took my mother home to meet his parents. He told me that mum, (fully made up for the occasion,) was dressed, (almost,) in a suede mini skirt and pretty much see through puffed sleeve blouse and that grandpa looked at her as if she were some kind of alien.

It's a fun story, but I can just imagine grandpa's culture shock, on his introduction to a world that had so quickly become very different from the dun and drab of the fifties.

Hope you never forget those flowers.

Beccy.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am still such a part of that ideology...and will never forget those times, being a college student in the sixties.
thank you for sharing your story, Beccy.
Yes, my parents showed the shock and distaste for the music, long hair, rebellion....especially my dad who was quite old fashioned...he still called the mailman the letter carrier.
thank you,
j.