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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, August 22, 2014

Carnations

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Carnations
pressed between book  pages
On the flowers, fragile and faded,
I can still smell the scent of long-ago perfume
The petals fall, papery snowflakes
melting like promises
forgotten.

Written for the previous week's Sunday Mini Challenge, Triquain at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

1 comment:

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is gorgeous, LM. The fragrance of memory has been conjured with a graceful flair in your triquain.