whenever he wandered far away
she got posies for her tresses
she gives in turn, graveside flowers
for stone cold he lay
never to warm her cheeks again
with his kisses
STORY OF GRAVESIDE FLOWERS © gillena cox 2018
Revisit
22 April 2016
22 April 2015
Bongo 2016
Poets of April
Prompted by Susie Clevenger...I also used photos I felt worked with the quotes. You can draw inspiration from them also.
So tragic and yet so beautiful!💜
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I agree with Sanaa, heartbreaking. Loss is never easy. :-)
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Beautiful and sad, Gillena.
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So very sad... sometimes the brightest flowers smile with sorrow.
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This has all the poignancy of a traditional ballad, gillena. You conveyed a personal story in a few lines. Well done.
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Finding the way through the maze of loss and lifeless stories.
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Yes, there is such a poignant story in such few words, beautiful. Thank you taking part in the prompt.
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Graveside flowers are exactly what we all try to avoid....a tragic tale, well told.
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Beautifully encapsulated (and very nicely rhymed).
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Very sad trying to work ones way through loss. Dad yet beautiful.
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DeleteI know your comment should read sad but...😊
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