dying calla lilies

quiet night traffic far away
every now and then a pup yelps
a wayward bird sings outside my bedroom tree
on book table black pressed wood
furniture of wayward youth
thrift store jar where my heart lives
a pair of dying calla lilies
representatives of shifts in life
into a phone i type feelings that should have been spoken many years ago
supple tender gentle were my hands
reaching up to the hearts of men
and discovered as i pulled back empty bleeding stumps that they had no love to give me

mbrazfield (c) 2021

18 thoughts on “dying calla lilies

  1. This is breathtakingly beautiful writing. These words are descriptive, a searching and a great disappointment

    “a pair of dying calla lilies
    representatives of shifts in life
    into a phone i type feelings that should have been spoken many years ago”

    The ending so sad. Beautiful work my friend.
    Sending love and hugs, Joni ❤️💕🤗

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  2. I bought a bunch of daffodils today, what with it being St. David’s – though I have no Welsh ancestry and scant interest in saints, beyond the stories behind them – they look real yellow-pretty in the grey window. This ^ is one of your best xo

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