Blowsy roses bloom
like women with unkept hair
trifling and raucous
Evening garden scents
can make one drunk and sappy
all from crumpled petals
2 comments:
hey thannks for stopping by my blog. i really like this poem & the rest of your writing. it makes me curious as to whom it is being written...
Thanks Sassy. The poems here are all by other people, of course, but the stuff on "Suffolk Punch" is just written for anyone who wants to read it--though occasionally I might be thinking of friends of mine when I write (to make them laugh or cry). Anyway, I hope you'll come back again.
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