Poetry & Writing · The Cork Board

What will I do with the flowers you left?


What will I do with the flowers you left ?

What will I do with the flowers you left
now the windows have stopped shaking ?
I punched the dimple from your cushion
hours ago
with a soothing smoothing
wave
loosed now

Pushing my fist deep into the muddy well of
my soul I grabbed that last shred of dignity and
held on for dear life
while you sat there
waiting for me to respond –
to pierce that void

Oh, we fell, I fell, how we fell
Oh, how we fell
I’ll never know now

So, what will I do with the flowers you left?
I should, of course, recycle
so you could turn up somewhere new –
new you
radiant and proud
in someone else’s garden

What will I do,
with the flowers you left?
Brown withered stems,
love’s limp livery,
familial waste
slumping their rebellion
against all I hold so dear

They’ll go, the way things do,
of all we once had

landfill

14 thoughts on “What will I do with the flowers you left?

  1. For me, a mark of good poetry is movement.. the words, intent, emotion must move me..
    I am moved..This was wonderful..
    lynne

  2. This is such beautiful writing, Al. I understand that ache so well. Your words feel like they came to illustrate my own feelings even though I know they’re yours. That’s one of the things I look for in poetry. I love this.

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