From time to time, when
I’ve been meditating, and
these things matter, I pick respectfully
the plastic flowers from their vase,
wash the vase, wipe the dust
off the leaves with a moist cloth,
dip the flower-heads in water
as one would give someone
a holy bath
and then replace them in
a slightly new position in the vase,
a slightly new position on the table.
absurdity and
something beautiful
have met and got along together rather well.
Wonderful thoughts M. They say that only those who are rich within themselves can afford to have plastic flowers - only those who need to demonstrate to others need the 'real deal'. (I disagree but there we are. :)) . I can just picture you.... lovely, and clever. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Michael I found this lovely and fresh (not meant by way of being funny) . Dating myself a bit, I was once handed a paper flower at a 60s bash and tended it carefully through many years and several moves. Thanks for refreshing (there I go again) that memory.