or do they

March 9, 2010 at 7:03 pm (Uncategorized)

The silhouettes of now dead roses
glare at me as I recline on the couch
in the dark.
I wonder if they’re mad at me for letting them die,
and then I think how silly that is;
flowers don’t feel.
But I feel
for the flowers.


  1. Eaton Bennett said,

    Hi, I haven’t been by for while, missed a couple of pieces. Enjoy your poetry very much. I’m not even sure I’ve left a comment before, but I’ve been reading.

  2. Eaton Bennett said,

    Hi, I stopped in for a read, wondered if i had read everything you’ve posted…I have, and discovered that I have left you comments. I’m glad, your poetry deserves being read and comments.


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