Flowers

I saw the the peculiar organism of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the flora.
Are you upset by how curious it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the flora so funny?

A blossom, however hard it tries,
Will always be peach.
Does the blossom make you shiver?
does it?

Just like a green voice, is the prime.
Buck. buck, buck.

Wreaths are flowery blossoms.
flowery blossoms are wreaths.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the wreaths,
Gently they go - the dodgy, the sly, the attractive.

Carnations, however hard they try,
Will always be mauve.
Now colored is just the thing,
To get me wondering if carnations are chromatic.

Plantard Dacull
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 06/16/2020 The copyright of the poems published here are belong to their poets. Internetpoem.com is a non-profit poetry portal. All information in here has been published only for educational and informational purposes.