Josephine J.W Poems
|4.||Dark Angel's Masterpiece||1/26/2009|
|5.||Life In Winter's Graveyard||1/26/2009|
|6.||Memoirs Of A Place||5/10/2009|
|9.||The Unknown Apology - (A Rhyming Dialogue)||5/10/2009|
|10.||To The Fog||11/27/2008|
|17.||Moon And Sea||11/27/2008|
|19.||Flowers Are Flowers||5/10/2009|
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Flowers Are Flowers
I have some flowers upon my window-sill,
The yellow and white contrast so lightly
You would hardly notice that they differ at all,
Yet one is purity, and the other is frivolity
One is large and golden, the other snowy and small.
The sundrops we call daffodils are basking
In the sunlight they reflect - or do they give sunlight
Of their own? Some things I cannot say.
And the white blossoms are so pure and fragrant,
Both flowers are so better suited to the day.
But they are the only flowers I have for now,
The first of the Springtime greenery.
Wandering aimlessly at the misty station
Lugging a velvet heart-shaped case
Listening numbly to the conductor's whistle
Trudging past endless grey with dreary pace
Clutching in your palm a wrinkled ticket
And grasping in the other a padded handle
You glance down at your beating heart
And continue on in your doleful ramble.