Post-Parade Posies
Posies: small bouquets of flowers
Post-parade posies
Daffodils drawn dreamy
Crowning your head.
Sunshine yellow woven through wavy blonde silk,
I'll never get over you.
~
Post-parade posies
Irises illuminate ideas
In your gentle mind.
Lilac petals blossom in thoughts,
Hidden behind long, sepia hair,
I'll never get over you.
~
Post-parade posies
Dahlias darken
In your hands.
Deep purples clutched by crimson red nails,
Your curly umber hair, a nightingale's halo,
I'll never get over you.
~
I've never known a grip so tight
As that of my heart
And of my soul.
~
Post-parade posies
Pothos privy to pain.
Petite plant apartment,
I walk home alone, again.
About the Creator
Jenna Sedi
What I lack in serotonin I more than make up for in self-deprecating humor.
Zoo designer who's eyeballs need a hobby unrelated to computer work... so she writes on her laptop.
Passionate about conservation and sustainability.
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