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He Brings Me Roses
By Temerity
He brings me roses
Cut & plucked from the dirt
Thrust into water-filled vessels
Displayed for all to see
To remark upon their beauty
As they slowly wilt & die
An absurd mating ritual
To bring something beautiful
Removed from its lifesource
I react as if handed a fish
Gulls flapping, lurching for water.
I imagine a dying woman
Lying supine in her bed
As family & friends parade by
Remarking on her beauty & smell
As she slowly, quietly dies.
But we weep at the death bed,
And we comfort eachother at their wake
"Doesn't she look just like herself?'
No, she looks dead.
And then we put her into the dirt.
Flowers belong in the dirt
Where they can grow and live.
It's there that we should parade by
To appreciate their beauty.
Don't bring me flowers.
I don't want to watch them die.
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© 2007 Temerity
Comments on "He Brings Me Roses"
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On Tuesday, April 24, 2007, GraveFlower
(249)
wrote:
that is truely beautiful, there are no words to describe it......i love how you respect the beauty of flowers so as to not disturb their content.....great, ~*dani*~
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A former member wrote:
i can't tell you how much i love this. but goddamn, i do.
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On Monday, February 5, 2007, Bella Butchery
(724) wrote:
this was embracingly beautiful, amazing
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On Saturday, January 27, 2007, K_Love
(525) wrote:
"Don't bring me flowers. I don't want to watch them die." Beautifully done, I honestly don't even know what to say. Just know I love this.
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On Thursday, January 18, 2007, soul dancer
(96) wrote:
I identify with this. I myself dont care for flowers much and it is sad to see them die. Not to mention giving flowers is so overdone these days.
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A former member wrote:
He brought you twelve roses...11 real and 1 fake. He said, I'll leave you until the last one dies. :-) I enjoyed this piece. It was a bittersweet ending ][ ][
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