Poetry: Watering Flowers

If I’m watering flowers

I ignore your place

I hesitate and deny my hearing

I cannot face my worst fear.

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When our stares meet

our flawed desires vanish

our souls are in peril

I loathe the emotions

do not smear your darkness.

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The birds sing misery

I feel the strong currents

the petals drop on my feet

I do not look back.

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Stop looking, they sing

it will not return

my sentiments are drained

why is it lost?

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Wailing lament

floating with grief

waiting to sink

waiting to crash

waiting to be whole again.

 

 

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