it had to have been passion
that snapped them off, for
flowers and scissors do not mix
in wine-drunk twilights and
the gloom of unsteady streetlamps,
especially not on nights
when shadows ebb across deserted streets
and rustle through the gardens.
yet everything looks different in the dark;
memories are flat pavements,
tar-bubbled roads and
the scent of agapanthus on a summer evening-
stars are pinpricks in heaven and
trimmed flowers are a poem
on the sidewalk.
Who can say
if it was meant to be?
The lily of the Nile is dead, let her
rest in peace.
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Actually (you cant have known this, so dont worry) it was about this story my mum told me when we were walking down the street; she said that there was this guy who went around every summer cutting down a particular flower (agapanthus) all along his street before they could bloom. Really bizarre. It was on the news, and I thought...weirdo! So I had to write it into a poem. And I figured, what would make him do that? The answer is in the poem.
I don't know if I understand it exactly but I love this. Amazing images. Yeah, just beautiful. Kudos.
I love it when people rate and forget to put in what theyre rating against and the limit.
You said 4 stars. out of what? 10892? 4 out of 6.53431324?
Are you rating it on how much you liked it? Or are you rating it compared to her past works?
This is why I hate rates, but they come in useful I guess...
I didnt quite understand this either.
The flow freaked out a little in the end, but nothing terrible. I could analyze it just fine.
Four stars. Oh weird...I've never actually used stars to judge anything before. Hurrah for me.
I mean for you. Hurrah for you.
I actually couldn't analize this because I didn't understand it, even vaugely. That's cool because the point of a poem in general is for it to be somewhat relevant, and for the writer, not the reader to fully understand it. It was nice anyway. Three stars..
Sounds like a song, I like it... ALOT!
Heh, I have no clue... The closest thing to an analysis that I can get is something that turned out wrong and what might have happened if things went differently.
Anyway, even though I didn't really get your poem, I liked the imagery you had. [Sorry for my lack of comment...]