© August 8, 2016 by Rebel Yogi

 

Dried roses in a vase

Trying to preserve

A fragrant moment

That has lost its aroma

 

The color has faded

from radiant ruby

to deathly dark

The smell is flat

Lacking vibrancy

like a soda that has lost its effervescence

The petals no longer

Stroke the nose

Like a velvet lover

but instead scratch it

like a cat’s claw

 

Bury the dead

Watch new sprouts

fed with fertilizer

of past experience

Break through the soil

Burst into violets

satisfy the senses

where corpses cannot

And let the sun nourish the living