pronounced dead...

You know that
I'm not able to cut
the garden flowers?
They surely ARE aware of
being cut and hurt.
You somehow poem-ed my
flowercut phobia.
Amazing ...

I'm with you on the not cutting,
Chi...the poem centres on them
still giving the appearance of
life, a healthy bloom, for a time
in the vase..:)

simply
profound

And I am
simply
grateful
for your
comment...

thanks, Cat..;)

Beauty in death...beauty in your words :)

Thanks very much,
my friend..:)

O..such sad ironic truth, my Friend!

Unfortunately, i have always associated cut flowers with death...

When i was around 5, or so, my family lost several relatives in a very short time span, and i can remember ALL those endless flower arrangements that were sent....and several months later,while accompanying my Gram to her friend's home,i noticed all the countless vases of(wilting) flowers.

I asked Gram:"Who died?"
To which, she replied,
"Hush, child--the flowers."

Thanks for sharing...and for a cherished memory! :))

Thank you so much
for sharing that sad
association...flowers
and funerals, I hadn't
considered that...

This is why i never buy flowers nor i get fresh xmas tree, why kill something for selfish reasons.

We have a living Xmas tree in a pot
which we bring in for the festive
season, had it 3 years now but it's
getting a little big, guess we'll have
to plant it in the garden..:)

What a great idea, i may do the same.

~awareness~

so rare among Us

Thank you, don't know about
rare, you're more, well, a one
off..!  which is a very good
thing..:)

"one off"....eye like that. maybe add it to my screen name

As is often the case,
your poems can be read
on multiple levels,
which in my book
makes it a fab poem.
love it, Paul!

Many thanks, jag...great
response, as ever, and
more appreciated than I
can say...