Friday, September 23, 2011

her petunias

the flowers miss me when i don't come by
fall, and fade to lurid smudges on the sidewalk

i am nowhere near as elegant as her petunias

without you i dissolve
to mucus and salt water
and dry into the bedspread

easily forgotten,
the hollow smell of it
gone in one wash


  1. I like this one very well--the third line is really quite amazing, as is the "hollow smell of it/gone in one wash."

  2. i was a bit worried about the effectiveness of my word choices... i'm glad it's working for you. = )

  3. One reason the word choices work is on the level of sound--there's a lot of assonance--in a good way. Good poem!