a flower's truth

a flower's truth

enamored with roses

and your fake poses

I drew your silhouette

in the sand

propositioning

you would take my hand

but as roses bloom

then fade

you closed your bulb

the light shut out

my garden dark and trippy

thorns, wounds made

the bleeding found its route

a poem born 

from granules drawn

then scattered

a heart, too many lines long

with nowhere to land.

erin-cilberto

5/8/24

Reviews

[Soren]

A great analogy and although the love may not have been true the analogy continued true to the end. The last two lines hit the hardest. I think that many people can identify with this poem Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your very kind review, Soren,
j.

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous writing. You bring this to life.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Thomas,
j.