Poem -
PRETTY
She never wanted flowers
She preferred them alive
Swinging their hips in the
grass
Making the garden look pretty
Alive is classy, she'd say
Dead is crass
We sent her off with flowers
anyway
We liked them
They brightened her coffin,
softening the blow
Made the church look pretty
What a waste, she chide's
Laughs
She is not gone
She return's every year
In the scented carnations she
held so dear
Alive
Swinging her hips in the grass
Making the garden look pretty
Marion Price(2020)
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Awww I read that with a brilliant flow as meant so pinned for your excellence!! ???
Thanks love ??
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wonderfulÂ
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Thankyou Greg??
Okay I'll keep watching in my garden if she's
Swinging her hips in the grass ;))
Ok...lol...thankyou ??
Hello MARION,
You just have such a marvelous touch with the way you set up your reader's ear.....the subtle delays in poetic tempo that creep up and help to make the profundity of the 'whole of the intent' more impactful......yours is a golden pen,,,,truly........Well conceived and BEAUTIFULLY delivered!!......ALL STARS!! & PINNED!!......Bravo!!.......T xo : )
Aw...thankyou for your beautiful comment lovely man...hugs ?
I love this! This is great writing!
'swinging their hips in the grass'.. what a line! and it fella a great story!Â
Most enjoyable!Â
Hi Pen, I was thinking about my beloved nan today and how she hated cut flowers...and of how she is still around me...thankyou so much...hugs ?
I pinned this. My mum used to prefer "living" flowers. Her garden was always so beautiful. This is a gorgeous poem x
Thanks Tina....it's funny how a sight or sound or scent opens up boxes of memories isn't it..thankyou so much for the pin....hugs ?