Do not leave, my friend, do not
Leave me with just a glance.
Do not just caress me and leave
Do not just pick me up and smell
My fragrance and throw me back in the basket.
I have been plucked, tenderly
With care not to smudge or crush
My lovely petals even now damp with dew
I wait for thee to hold me to your chest
And take in deep all I have to offer
Look, look at my colour, my grace and beauty
Smell me deep, my sweet scent!
Let me adorn your beloved's head
Or soothe her eyes, still, in the pot.
Let me remind her of you, of your love
For all thats worth in the world is just love.
Trees,
To wind,
They tilt.
Flowers,
To drought,
They wilt.
Skin,
To soil,
It wears.
Mind,
To madness,
It tears.
Flames,
To water,
They drown.
Smiles,
The water rippled,
Yet didn't break,
I stepped lightly.
The flowers died,
The petals crushed,
I walked slowly.
The ice dented,
Cracks formed,
I ran quickly.
Leaves flew,
Blown away,
I stumbled slightly.
The ground opened,
Beneath me,
I slipped,
Into the abyss.
Dying alone? Well,
what is it but dying, plain,
plus a codicil?
She told me to leave
and I’m the only witness
to one good deed done.
Those bedbugs again,
spread through our laundry room grime
whom shall they favor?
Summer sensation
dry lower lip pulls back from
sticky incisors.
The old man’s left hand,
top of the driver’s headrest
slight shake as brakes squeak.
She ties on a branch
World's gone beautiful;
Yes, the world's gone beautiful.
The flowers bloom
And the sun shines brightly,
While death slowly opens the door.
All we have is time;
Yes, all we have now is time.
Look to the future
While the past lurks nearby,
And we can't tell what'll be in store.
World's gone beautiful;
Yes, the world's gone beautiful.
We count our days
And we count our blessings,
For we don't know we have much more.
It all gets clearer;
When i met you,
you were barely surviving.
a brown and scappy flower,
with crispy leaves is what you were.
But when i saw your leaves falling,
one bye one,
bringing you closer
to your last day on earth,
i made a vow
to provide you with the elements
that one needs to thrive.
In a garden
of wilting flowers,
you continue to amaze me
by being the only one
that's still flourishing.
an attractively arranged bunch of flowers.
Don't get me wrong, i wanna be
your bouquet.
So that i can be a symbol of happiness and satisfaction
And provide nothing but lasting joy.
But it's sucks cause that will only be temporary.
As i, as strong and vibrant as i may seem,
cannot grow and blossom with you,
without my roots.
You never know from where a breeze would waltz in
And when.
In the sultry heat,
When trees bend their heads, looking so forlorn
And leaves curl
(There is such sorrow in watching them)
When street dogs scramble beneath shade
And lie panting
When clothes in the clothesline hang limp
Like mourners of the dead -
I -
In the centre of the crossroads
That extends to barren emptiness all around…
I hear the flutter of fallen leaves at my feet
And turn to look –
The breeze comes up, smoking.
Please watch your step.
You may be stepping on lives.
That is, if you consider
An ant, a frog, a cockroach or me
Lives worth your consideration.
These flowers? Ah, never mind,
They were my offerings to you.
It is spring; a tree flowers.
You may love it
You may hate it
You may fail to notice it.
Nothing matters to the tree;
To flower in spring
Is in the nature of the tree.
Floating downstream
I turn my head to watch
A wreath of flowers by my side -
On whom had it lain last?