Those who have Passed
are Honored with Flowers,
Reminiscent
of Life and Beauty.
Flowers,
with Life cut short,
only to shrivel and Die
among the Everlasting.
Flowers,
of linen and plastic,
forever Present
among the forever Gone.
Flowers,
with searching roots,
left to Live
among the Deceased.
I like this, but I feel like the title doesn't really fit.. It could be my obsession with patterns but after the first stanza it sounds like you've started a completely different poem. Your words were very pretty and "reminiscent", if I were you I'd just try to mesh the first part with the rest a the poem a little more
ReplyDeleteI like it, but I agree with Mariah, the title seems to be nto quite right...this poem appears to be a musing on the idea of dedicating/remembering/celebrating the dead and gone with something that is colorful and full of life which is indeed an interesting paradox...
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