wreath for
Disha Verma
Disha Verma
Nov 16, 2014

I bought
white lilies
your favourite
flowers
and I spent
two hours
to make a
wreath for
your head
smiling at
the thought
of you in a
wedding dress
I made this
wreath for
your head
but I lay
it on your
chest instead
I'm sorry, honey
I've been
quite insane
since your
death

#love   #death   #flowers   #wreath  

Not all laureates are wreathed,
not all honors are bequeathed.

to place the holly wreath.
Sonja Benskin Mesher

comes out every year,

stored in one of the

outbuildings.



this is neither poetic nor

important, yet

we walked down the lane

together, slowly.



to place the holly wreath.



sbm.

like a past season Christmas wreath,
Johnnie Rae
Johnnie Rae
Jan 29, 2013

You are like a soul,
that died, but never moved on,
left to linger in my doorway,
like a past season Christmas wreath,
that just never went away,
only because it knew, I enjoy it's company.

After she threw the bridal wreath
William A Poppen
William A Poppen
Dec 25, 2015

Skirt so yellow and bright

Eyes blue and wide,

with lips pursed right.

“Where is your joy,” she sighs?

Cotton shows years of wear

still flows yellow,  and bright.

Her lean body craves to share

him hard and yielding tonight.

After she threw the bridal wreath

their joy spilled like carpenter’s glue.

No longer did they sample from beneath

yellow skirt and sweater taut and blue.

Her scent is a flower named dangerous,

so he struggles, pulls away; all the while

wanting his graying head to rest

upon her breast and relish the joy in her smile.

#flower   #joy   #craving   #skirt   #wreath  
Prabhu Iyer
Prabhu Iyer
Dec 17, 2014

I come floating to you Mother, dead on the river, body bullet ridden: this is how God reaps His harvest of faith.

See, those columns that support the sky now, carried once the roof of our temple. The fire burning the pyres now carried oblations to our ideals; But we face a jealous God consuming in wrath.

Here I come, un-wreathed, unsung, wet in the tears of the skies, skin carrying scars of resistance, eyes open to the tyranny of faith.

Clutch my hands, let me feel the love that birthed me, one last time before my Spirit moves onward and beyond to the worlds of light.

Religion, unguided by the arc-light of spirituality, is becoming a tool for violent self-aggrandizement at the hands of extremists
#god   #faith   #wrath   #wreath   #harvest  
when I laid the Solstice wreath beneath my pillow
Rustine Hamlett
Rustine Hamlett
Jul 15, 2015

the gentle Equinox was ours
though our time together was not always so
you tasted like magic to me
and we came together with all the fiery sweetness I imagined love to be

two halves of the same coin
it was I who dried your tears
and you who held me close
and yet I am unacknowledged

you,
my mate-no-longer,
who walks the long road with another
you have already begun to forget the heart laid at your feet

yet,
when I gathered the blossoms
when I consigned my heart’s desire to the flames,
when I laid the Solstice wreath beneath my pillow

It was you I dreamt of.

finished July 15, 2015
#love   #dream   #heart   #forget   #unrequited   #equinox   #mate   #blossoms   #wreath   #solstice  
with that wreath
ic
ic
Apr 23, 2014

running through
the meadow under
the scattered,
shining stars
on the dark sky,
and after a long run,
you'll start
dancing around,
swaying and spinning
with that wreath
on your head,
the one that
i love too much.
and you'll get tired,
and be out of breath,
you'll fall onto the ground
surrounded by
yellow grass and
wilted flowers,
the one that you love
too much.
and you'll stare
and stare into
the stars,
until your eyes start
to close and you'll
find yourself
falling into a peaceful
dream, filled
with flowers, stars
and me.

#love   #freedom   #heart   #passion   #alone   #flowers   #breath   #stars   #running   #you   #me   #universe   #free   #together   #tired   #cosmos   #meadow   #wilted   #wreath   #swaying  
The wreath, quick, I am dying!
Federico García Lorca

The wreath, quick, I am dying!
Weave it quick now! Sing, and moan, sing!
Now the shadow is darkening my throat,
and January's light returns, a thousand and one times.

Between what needs me, and my needing you,
starry air, and a trembling tree.
A thickness of windflowers lifts
a whole year, with hidden groaning.

Take joy from the fresh landscape of my wound,
break out the reeds, and the delicate streams,
and taste the blood, split, on my thighs of sweetness.

But quick! So that joined together, and one,
time will find us ruined,
with bitten souls, and mouths bruised with love.

 
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