Catch those condemnations on the rim of your glass.
Mix in amber.
Preserve and observe this staging saga.
Oh my life in Technicolor.
Shining like the diamonds above your eyes.
As you cover all you see in flowers.
A bed. A tomb.
A road for my departure.

4 thoughts on “Violets

  1. The ending of this one is very intriguing too. The use of flowers as a metaphor covering for love, departure, and death. It speaks to me because I’m trying to finish that poem and it sort of parallels with this poem’s ending. You’re always a great inspiration.


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