Friday, October 28, 2011

Coming Up Roses

Conflation: Melding two unrelated topics. See also: dverse poetry.

Born with two brown thumbs
I water. Don't water. Shade. Don't shade. Rinse and Repeat.
Leaves crumple with an audible scream. Wither and Die.
Abandoned on the window ledge
This indelible reminder
that i can't make them grow
So,
instead,
I bury them in the backyard.


Born with two left feet
I flirt. Halt. Ignore. Seduce. Rinse and Repeat.
Men crumple with an inaudible scream. Wither and Die.
Abandoned in a dinner booth
This indelible reminder
that i can't make them grow
So,
instead,
I bury them in the backyard.

13 comments:

emmett wheatfall said...

Beautiful poem using conflation. A very nice poem.

Scarlet said...

I like the two stories.. though distinct, you weaved them together...burying them in the backyard.

Nice (creepy) one ~

Brian Miller said...

haha...you bury them in the backyard...ok, you are scaring me now...smiles...nice...love the mimicry in the two stanzas...

Claudia said...

oh goodnes..rinse and repeat i'd say...haha

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Excellent clever write - burying them in the back yard is the right thing to do!

Anna :o]

Belva Rae Staples said...

Perhaps if you bury the men in the backyard first and plant the flowers on top you'd have better luck. Nice poem, but a little scary.

Mystic_Mom said...

Cool...that's where I bury them too! Nicely done.

Lord Emmanuel said...

My, oh my! You murdered this. Well done.

Cheers!

Anonymous said...

Very funny! I live in the City most of the time, in an apartment. Too bad! K.

Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry said...

this is brilliant.
wow.

Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry said...

this is brilliant.
wow.

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