white cotton,
cotton covered with carnations
carnations of mourning,
mourning of the day's summer spring,
spring pansies were never sown to grow,
grow as we remember you one last time before you go,
your perfume's heart notes,
notes, scrambled in the air pink
pink, like the azaleas we bethink,
bethink about the center,
center of the sunflower's temper.
you won't remember anymore,
anymore the feeling of your lotus feet,
feet submerged in cold water,
water lilys and warm-blooded life slaughter,
slaughter at the moment you sought her,
her with an ixora laugh,
laugh that slits your hibiscus-memories into half
people who incapacitated you,
you now watch them,
them wishing they held your bougainvilla hands,
hands of your orchid skin and lilac hair-strands,
strands of a daffodil and bulbs of alliums.
because in the end even the pretty ones,
pretty ones like the dahlias die,
die to turn into ashes and smoke mixed with the sky,
sky bright blue like the rare periwinkles.
and finally at last,
at last i mildly place a white stargazer lily,
lily at your feet to subjugate,
subjugate your now fictious memories,
memories that remind me of remorseful melodies,
melodies written and sung,
sung only to suppress the undeniable,
undeniable emotions that tell us this will be for eternity,
eternity without an equitable remedy.
YOU ARE READING
| musings harmonizing
Poetryhi! <3 this is a collection of my self written poems/songs over the years. lowercase intended. possible triggers - i have introductory poems in the begging to showcase my writing style, with one old and one new poem. - most of this is imaginative...
