Mortal Blooms

by

Dwayne Pagnotto

Take these flowers from before me
They are good for nothing.

Remove them hence!

These tear-smitten love growths
See how they droop and wilt in my hands
I will rip all their soft pinkery
Their faded hues hurt my eyes

With honest lies.

I want to behold some mad
looking posies.

Sick of adorning the green stem
of scented frippery.

Hate embellished roses
that's what I want to see.

Bouqets of long-suffering
flesh petals
bloodstained

which make the senses
recoil
with their pungent
wind sprays.

Mutated Orchids
disdain the garden.

Blooming in gaudy
defiance
from
the trash heap.

Unplucked
they vomit their aromatic
gushings
with stifled breath

graceful in decay.

They shoot forth
with lilting smiles

Like the houseplant
cursing the hand
that nurtures

blessed in uprooting.

Becoming more glorious
when cast away.

Refusing life
in tragic colors
that beautify

the dust
where they lie.

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Why don't you look at A Song Of Sliabh Luachra
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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