Cut Flowers

Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1khU1Mo5AKE

I look at the pictures of us, and it's like looking at a paper graveyard.
The smiles, so frozen in time, so distant and temporary.

My memories are of cut flowers,
laid at the altar of us.
Bright and then fading, losing petals
like prayers scattered over fresh earth.

Your eyes have lost their shine in my mind.
I can barely taste you on my tongue.
My mouth starves at your garden.
As time slips away, the pain becomes like
an old rusty machine
on an abandoned farm.

We disintegrate and decompose.
A gentle thundering rain swallows us
in hazy downpouring sheets.
But a new life is carried
through turbulent groundwater currents.
A sprout, seeking root on fertile ground,
where fleeting moments of new joy
will be captured again and again.

And through the death of the old,
we embrace the birth of the new.

Author's Note

Check out my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com

Reviews

[Marie]

The final two lines of the poem bring the poem together for me. Finely penned with good use of simile and alliteration. A poignant write with acceptance that the old life has died in order so the new could to be born. Great write, Thomas! Thank you for sharing...

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. Much appreciated.

[red93]

Great stuff again Thomas, with a nice wistful elegaic tone. Very cleverly done ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. Much appreciated.

[emmajoygreen]

That is more than metaphorical, Thomas, that is a favoured re-creation of love, its thought process, how life lingers til ready to be - often endlessly, never fading, there to be found. Your writing is often so very gentle.

'A sprout, seeking root on fertile ground,
where fleeting moments of new joy
will be captured again and again.'

Surely, that is the meaning of joy.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much, I appreciate it.