Thursday, March 21, 2019

Ritual of Irony



She talks to the peonies
knowing they can’t respond.
Her red painted lips whisper
secrets into the petals
 and watches every blush
 as she tucks them
 into bouquets.
It is her
 annual
ritual
of
irony
where
she
invites
 guests
to her
 spring
filled
 rooms to admire
the  beauty of blossoms
honeycombed with  her confessions.
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9 comments:

  1. JimMarch 21, 2019 at 11:40 PM

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  2. JimMarch 21, 2019 at 11:43 PM

    I'd like to be invited to her party and have one of those bouquets. I do like your dainty stemmed wine glass shaped form. Glass like they serve in at the Holiday Inn Express bars.
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  3. Kerry O'ConnorMarch 22, 2019 at 2:56 AM

    Awesome title, Susie.. and so much effort put into the shape of the poem. What a delightful reading of the picture.

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  4. HelenMarch 22, 2019 at 12:23 PM

    ... but what if they could respond? Imagine the joy.

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  5. Old EggMarch 22, 2019 at 3:30 PM

    For a start I loved the wineglass format! How vain she is; I tended to avoid such self centred people.

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  6. Vivian ZemsMarch 22, 2019 at 4:11 PM

    Sublime

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  7. Kim M. RussellMarch 23, 2019 at 2:35 AM

    Great title and shape to this poem, Susie, and I love the final line!

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  8. brudbergMarch 23, 2019 at 9:42 AM

    the shape made my thoughts go to how she talks to peonies (love that thought)

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  9. MargaretMarch 23, 2019 at 10:51 AM

    tucks her secrets into the bouquets! Oh, I adore that.

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