Smothered, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)
The empty vase
Treated as fragile
Up on the shelf
Out of reach
Never to see
Roses
Or carnations
Never to see
Flowers bloom
Never to see
Them wilt In gloom
The windowsill
Never it’s home
(end)
2 responses to “Smothered”
A very good but sad poem, I felt, Brian. If you never get flowers from anyone, have you thought about buying yourself some and using that vase that never gets used? I know it’s a funny concept, buying yourself flowers, but someone suggested it to me a few years ago, and every now and then, perhaps, twice a year, I buy myself some daffodils, tulips etc. (whatever is in season and at a reasonable price). Just be careful to avoid lilies, particularly as they are toxic to cats. It’s safest to put any cut flowers out of reach of Kelly and Anneplath altogether to be on the safe side. I hope I’ve understood the meaning of your poem correctly. Forgive me if not.
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Glad you like the poem, but not everything I write is specifically about my personal life. It was just a general poem about observing others in my life being smothered by their partner. It is meant more for the people reading it who may feel smothered.
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