Poem – ‘A Still Life of Gerberas’

The gerberas you were given
had all wilted within two days.

The thought that counted
didn’t linger beyond its significance,

save to remind you to move on,
that old things are thrown away


9 thoughts on “Poem – ‘A Still Life of Gerberas’

  1. Well put, David, and yet we find ourselves doting over the flowers we pick, or give to a loved one, sugaring the water, talking to them as we would a sick friend;” hang in there, guys, your colorful daisies compliment our oaken table, & it cheers me to greet you daily.” Yet, your close is truth, unfettered.


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