Is there any sight more sad
Than last week’s flowers?
Faces turned downwards,
Petals falling with the breeze
Of someone rushing past,
Their water slightly fetid.
It seems wrong to discard them
During their prime.
But sad to watch them
Pass their best
And bravely soldier on,
Trying to retain their glory.
But failing.
I worry
That this will be
My life also.
Pooky's Poems 
I can’t think that could possibly be your life. You’ve got far too much going for you. But I never throw flowers out until they are well dead! 😆
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Flowers make me sad. I love them but when they die I feel really sad. I think it’s even sadder in graveyards when you see dead flowers on someone’s grave. My grandmothers and great grandmother are in a beautiful crematorium where they each have a beautiful standard rose which we always go and visit once we’re sure they’ll be in full bloom.
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Reblogged this on writhewriter and commented:
it is a sad sight
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Do we bloom for as brief a time as the flower?
Is our time shining bright our only sign of life?
Can our glory last forever,
Like the colourful head pressed between pages of poetry?
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I’d like to think of myself as the Lily which flowers after all the other flowers but does so fairly spectacularly whilst the others are dying away. We’ll see though as I think I’m still in the budding stage!
Dying flowers always make me sad though. I love flowers so much but when they die it just shows the marching of time and a kind of futility that I’m rather uncomfortable with.
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Yes I know what you mean about the lillies. 🙂 The personal analogy is still one I struggle to fully comprehend, perhaps it is the futility you say, that seems at odds with the flower’s beauty. I try to focus on the greater length of time they provide enjoyment.
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You’re right. That makes a lot more sense. I will try…
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I tried to respond to this yesterday, but my mind filled with memories. You see I’m allergic to the perfume in flowers and have only been inundated with them when Rod and Ken died.
There’ll be a poem coming in response to this one Pooky. xx
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Oh gosh, that must make this a hard read for you.
I adore flowers though I must admit I love them more outside than in. Sitting in a garden full of flowers is a real joy for me. I especially love the scent of roses, when I was pregnant my sense of smell got very good (and has been since) and we had an amazing summer for roses, so I very much associate the smell of roses with my excitement about meeting Lyra (whose name is, in fact, Lyra Rose).
I look forward to reading your poem and I’m sorry that there is such sadness in flowers for you. x
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Pooky this is a link to one I wrote a few years ago. It gives a different spin to the death of a flower.
http://triciabertram.wordpress.com/2011/11/25/potpourri/
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Oh I loved this – most especially the very last line.
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