In the middle
of a predicament
picking flowers for you
just because
rows of unusual names
green tubes dipped
with delicate baubles of colour
I’m eyeing up
a volcano of roses
as a fuzzy aroma
tickles my nose
swirls into my mouth
but aren’t roses cliché
aren’t bouquets the go-to gift
for girlfriends
for friends who are girls
I groan at the price
but do it just because
and because the woman said so
I choose a squad of others
so later
when you place them in a glass vase
every time you smell that funny smell
you’ll think of roses
you’ll think of me
and us
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
In the middle
of a predicament
picking flowers for you
just because
rows of unusual names
green tubes dipped
with delicate baubles of colour
I’m eyeing up
a volcano of roses
as a fuzzy aroma
tickles my nose
swirls into my mouth
but aren’t roses cliché
aren’t bouquets the go-to gift
for girlfriends
for friends who are girls
I groan at the price
but do it just because
and because the woman said so
I choose a squad of others
so later
when you place them in a glass vase
every time you smell that funny smell
you’ll think of roses
you’ll think of me
and us
Written: September 2015.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, similar in vein to my last few pieces, which focus on small things that may bring about happiness. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. All feedback welcome.
NOTE: Many of my older poems will be removed from HP in the coming months.
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