Flower Pots Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
Flower Pots
Flower Pots
After all my alcoholic
truths I sit alone
on the porch.
they have taken my cattle,
wife and children gone;
only my old dog stays.
It knows I hate myself and
my anger over
their stupid faces
reminds me of my total
failure, yet I can
water my flowers when
it suits me
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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4/19/2024 3:07:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Unique, well painted imagery. I like it!