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Tag: Roses




Flowers For Me


Recently-I received
flowers from my wife.

I don’t get them often,
though I love them, they
remind me of life.

I’m attracted to
the brightness of
the colors,
the forms,
the intricacies
and scent
of the petals.

The ones I got
for Fathers Day-
are white with red
tips roses.

Roses the queen
of flowers, I once
planted a bunch.

I proposed in my
heart to plant
a rose garden-
some years back.

I told my loved
one, that flowers
would never be
missing from our

We have since moved
from that house.

Though every sabbath
I try my hardest
to remember to
decorate our
table with flowers.

The ones I have
are now

Still beautiful but
slowly losing their
youthful beauty.

when I look
at them, it’s
like looking
in the mirror.

Like A Thief


Behind my house
my neighbor
tends her garden.

Her labor and
yearly dedication,
to grow lovely flowers
brings me sensual joy.

The rich pink
blossoms and
ruby red roses—
framed by a
yellow lemon tree,
from my back window
every morning—
in a voyeuristic
captivates my

How can I deprive my senses?

I can’t—I steal
like a common thief,
enjoying them
as my own.

Rose Garden


Rose garden, my rose garden
where have you gone?
I planted and tended you.
I carefully mended you.

I looked over you.
Made you smell the sun.
And then I delicately
Pruned you when your time
had come.

When the earth froze I covered you,
I jealously protected you.
I anticipated your every return.

I delighted when your first buds shown.
I called on the birds to witness
the miracle of spring,
when your colors sprung.

To see you bloom, was my heart’s desire.
When you released your perfume,
I bent my knees to gather in more.

Rose garden, my rose garden
My dear friends, You’re no longer here
to witness my joy or my tears.
Now I’m troubled and
I’ve come undone!