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Showered with Flowers
Young women laugh around the corner
As I sit where I always am
At the edge of a bitter, lonely dam.
I hold onto the present,
with every flower placed so bland.
I refuse to look up to see
the curious giving hand.
great
what a wonderful idea.. posting a picture
and then writing a poem about it
This spare yet power-packed
This spare yet power-packed little beauty is very much like a painting: it tells a story with shrewdly chosen images that blaze deep into the mind and stay there after the last line is read. There's a sense of profound tragedy as the narrator, entrenched in loneliness and focused on the safe and the familiar, fails to accept a potentially life-changing gift of friendship.
Superb.