Sitting on the table
The shadow of a fiery bloom
Once a bold red
with a sweet perfume.
In water’s absence
Green shriveled to grey
Fibers broke like paper
Filling the air with decay.
Once picked from the bush
No blossom is the same
After a few days
Only petals remain.
About the Creator
Meg
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In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin5 days ago in Humor
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What a complete poem, life and death, beauty and decay. Solid from start to finish.
So, so beautiful ❤️