Icy

Wintering through life

It’s January
Cold and dark
The Sun isn’t amused
And the flowers have all dried.
The only thing that could’ve survived
The cactus you gifted
Has choked
Of overwatering.
I’m here caressing its pricks
Apologizing for being overbearing
And on my lap lay thousands of
Withered petals
Of the flowers that
I forgot to water.

Author's Note

*From my unpublished collection of poetry- Hyacinths
Picture Courtesy- Pedro da Silva
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Reviews

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Overwatering a relationship will always result in its death; one must always be astute and temper what they give, just enough for it to survive and thrive. Even the hardy cactus can wilt under such extremes. I feel your guilt and remorse in this poem, Swarnim. I am sure you will tend your next relationship with delicate care. Lovely metaphor. ⚘

[Swarnim Chettri]

Yes, hopefully! Thank you, Jamila.

[M. J. Smith]

So easy to kill with an overabundance of love. A poet you reviewed introduced me to your name. I'm glad I caught your review of his work. I will gladly read everything you post. Such beauty in do few words.