Oh The Flowers

Oh the flowers, they are going

and where will I be

when they are gone

they powder beneath the weight

of my hungry fingers

vanish with a gasp

and oh and oh

wherever will the flowers

go can I not

disappear

along with them?

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Reminds me of peter Paul and Mary’s song Where have all the flowers gone
A lovely short poem with deep meaning here
They come back alive the buds fall winter sets and they are there sleeping ready for spring

[JR]

I love the cyclical nature of flowers... such a brief moment of beauty in an otherwise plain existence. Thanks for reading Julie!

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Yes but I go to a park where I live it has a massive rose garden and every year I see the roses come to life then fade till the next and next years
I love that they rebloom especially roses 🌹

[JR]

Agreed! This poem was inspired by this massive wild rosebush that grows behind my fence... it's so big it comes over the fence and drops the roses right over. Beautiful big red buds. I do love roses.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Wow sounds beautiful
I have yet to grow any
Thanks

[John the Baptist]

What can I say? Impermanence sucks.

[JR]

Impermanence is what it is... it's the longing for permanence that sucks for me.