vacant lot, a wild flower
where once a soldier
fell, his last thought
a rose in his
girlfriend’s hair.
A Sentimental Piece
essays, poems, cartoons – since 2007
essays, poems, cartoons – since 2007
vacant lot, a wild flower
where once a soldier
fell, his last thought
a rose in his
girlfriend’s hair.
The Coming of the Toads 
Joe, try and get through a day without humming ‘The Rain the Park and Other Things – The Flower Girl” The Cowsils did this so well and just what is evoked through reading your poem.
I see “The Red Wheelbarrow” made yet another run. More power to the Red Wheelbarrow.B
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I’ll have to look up the Cowsils. The Red Wheelbarrow is a very enduring tool! Will get back to you on The Flower Girl…
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Hi Joe!
‘Tis sentiment what makes me cry’.
Lovely work.B
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A wild rose of a poem.
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A rose is a rose is a rose is arose
My love! My love is like a rose
A red red rose
My love is like a red wheelbarrow
Full of red red roses!
Sea Rose
By H. D.
Rose, harsh rose,
marred and with stint of petals,
meagre flower, thin,
sparse of leaf,
more precious
than a wet rose
single on a stem—
you are caught in the drift.
Stunted, with small leaf,
you are flung on the sand,
you are lifted
in the crisp sand
that drives in the wind.
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
hardened in a leaf?
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Oh Joe, what a wonderful rhapsody to take into dreaming :)
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The seeded thought? Glad you succumb sometimes Joe!
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Yield, submit, surrender – one spends resources trying to avoid, evade. Then suddenly there it is, maudlin in the mirror, about as modern as chaff, but you go combing through the chaff to see what might still be there. And you bring the chaff up and mix it with the hubris. And you see what you get. What you get back – always a surprise!
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