For Cee’s FOTD
For Cee’s FOTD
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Who dares to press a flower to one meaning?
When one is in love, every flower is full of passion.
When love dies, each flower listens to your grief.
They pick up your thoughts by some telepathy,
soak up meaning through the air,
are watered by your grief or joy.
Hope, regrets, solitude?
Flowers do not signify.
Flowers only serve as balm.
Any flower head in a baby’s fist, held out to her mother.
Hibiscus petals strewn across a reunion table,
rose petals on a marriage bed.
When I die, do not look for the me in the roses
blanketing my grave or the bougainvillea
fallen to the ground in which I lie.
Look for me in the blue thunbergia,
hearty and profuse and growing ever upward,
insisting on being seen. Me, here! Me.
To read another poem on the significance of flowers and memory, go HERE.
For Cee’s Daily Flower prompt.
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Pushy and messy, these thunbergia vines are nonetheless my favorites. They rival kudzu in their push to cover the world. I had to stop and click a fast photo of these vines on a neighbor’s wall.
Just try to convince me that this thunbergia isn’t sky blue! The first photo is of a thunbergia flower on the vine near my studio. The second is a mistake shot I took of the sky seconds later. I was amazed at how the colors matched!
Wall of Flowers: Thunbergias and Bougainvillea
A trellis covered with Thunbergias and bougainvillea give me my privacy from my neighbors, whose house is built much higher in the air than my own.
I think these Thunbergias look like they have been ripped out of paper.