troubles here to stay
shadows are my friends and they
visit me often when least expected
whether I’m elated or tearful
or simply content with melancholy
rarely they bring me flowers but
when they do they are black and white
roses or begonias or pink petunias
since they know what I like
sometimes they tell me it’s okay to
change my name if need be
but I pretend not to listen and smile
turning ordinary thoughts into bouquets
it’s like a game this thing called love
suddenly evolving into something
that never existed yesterday
like a sunflower seed with promise
august two thousand seventeen
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Purple flowers… tell them to bring purple flowers.
yes I can do that….
wow.
thank you
You know, sometimes you really think on the thoughts behind a particular piece. I’m thinking on the thoughts behind this one. They are resonating with me. 🙂
how wonderful, ms. blackwood
🙂