Flowers…
I love flowers…who doesn’t? Beautiful scent, colourful petals too…But flowers can portray a dark side…as exeplified in my next poem…
Flowers
White and pure they lay in my hands,
A puff of gentle wind they lay still,
Still as the breath in my throat,
Blue and pretty they lay on my palms,
A shower of rain they lay still,
Still as the tears in my eyes,
Red and tender they lay on my hair,
A brush of my hands they lay still,
Still as the blood on my lips,
Black and deadly they lay on my face,
The closing of my eyes they lay still,
Still as the arrival of night.
