woman in red and white floral scarf

I weary the ghost of tomorrow
by harvesting the fears of today
Sometimes I live in a future
where I gladly starve;
seeing nothing beyond this moment.
Sometimes I reap yesterday’s death
and grow it into orchids.
Sometimes I cut the branches and
fold them into an ending.


4 thoughts on “Floral

  1. Very nice use of symbolism. The imagery and the active verbs are powerful, works on multiple levels. The ending is resounding, leaving a lasting impression. Folding me, the reader, into the mesh of branches. Well done!

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