my flowers do die.

my fingers trace / against the stone

my flowers do die; ephialtes / in the

shadows of

/ a deathbed /

baby’s breath / a dream

/ threnody / & breast

my flowers die

in my garden,

/ mouthing /

pseudo-ashes

of the moonrise.

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This piece was inspired by Jacked Up by Weezer.

Written for the dVerse prompt: “Let’s hop into the garden of words and write a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding title, that uses any form of the word GARDEN.”

I dearly hope you enjoyed the read. I thank you so much.


99 thoughts on “my flowers do die.”

    1. Oh, yes, you are exactly right. They are pretty somber, aren’t they? They carry the association of grief and death greatly, but they are beautiful flowers.

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  1. I like the repetition…reminding us of how fragile our gardens and our lives are. This is especially hauntingly beautiful…”mouthing pseudo-ashes of the moonrise”.

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    1. Thank you so much, Mish. Indeed, gardens are very fragile as is life–that is very true. Thank you for your kindness and feedback. It’s much appreciated! ❤

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    1. Thank you so much, Victoria, for your kind words and for the dVerse prompt today. I really had fun with it. There is definitely an undertone of sorrow in this piece, perhaps grief for the self or it is manifested through the flowers. Thank you for your thoughts! ❤

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  2. I agree with Mish, your last line is killer. You’ve created a dark world, chaotic, lament & nightmares; not a place where blossoms flourish–a metaphor for elusive happiness in these dark times.

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    1. Thank you very much, Glenn! That’s an excellent analysis and I agree with your interpretation on my poem. Darkness is prevalent especially as happiness escapes further away; the lament is just right there to see. A true living nightmare, as you describe. Thank you for your thoughts and feedback. 😀

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  3. Dead flowers are sad, and wilted flowers are often used as a symbol of mourning. With the recent 75th anniversary of dropping the atom bomb on Hiroshima, that’s what your last lines make me think of–the mushroom cloud, the dust flowers. . .

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    1. Aww, thank you Gillena. You’ve made my day today, my face is lit up with a smile. Thank you dearly.

      And anytime. You write so beautifully. 💖

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    1. I see the daffodils dancing in mirth….untouched by human ambition….the smoky clouds of ashes invade the azure soul of a romantic sky….both to evaporate into oblivion…time smiles…derides….life lies lifeless beneath love, roses, dreams and desires….
      Touched by your wonderful feelings and rich poetic expression…
      My regards

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      1. I’ve looked it up for a picture and I find I’m wrong. Baby’s breath is Gypsophila, Nigella is also called Devil in a bush and Love in a mist, take, your pick. I bet you’ll take Devil in a bush 🙂

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      2. Oh, those are intriguing names (Devil in a bush and Love in a mist). Though, you are right, I’d take Devil in a bush in a heartbeat. Hahaha. It sounds intriguing–might have to use that in a future poem. 😁

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      3. Honestly, I have no idea. I just looked it up now and they’re also called stuffed eggs. I guess the name adds an appeal or there is more background there? It is indeed strange.

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  4. I interpret this piece as having a “dying beginning” theme.

    From the relation of an infant to flowers, is as fragility of smallest life before it becomes something able to fend for itself. Though, like an infant, a flower remains still, until fed with nutrients. Both the flower and the infant wait. Yet, it is like life, where every person also waits for death, perhaps subconsciously.

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    1. Oh, that is SUCH an awesome interpretation. You always pick out the deepest meaning in my work and I just love that. You think of themes that I have not even thought of! With this piece, your take is very applicable (I think each meaning is, by the way, it’s all subjective) to what I had in mind in some areas. I always enjoy the connection between life and death–but then there’s that in-between of that journey. With this poem, I had the inspiration more with emotional strife and internal conflict as it references the narrator’s grief on not being able to keep their flowers alive.

      Thank you so, so much for your thoughts and feedback. I enjoy reading them dearly. ❤

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      1. You’re welcome, Lucy ❤️

        Hey a new FYI,
        I’m requesting you to check the below link & please write your comment. Previously I had contacted you to re-follow me after I migrated my site as my followers (including yourself) weren’t receiving the notification when I was publishing the post. Unfortunately, the issue hasn’t been resolved yet & this is my last try.

        Please do mention in your comment / feedback that you did not receive any notification (if you haven’t) and I’ve personally contacted you with the link to read my post, such that WP can read & hopefully troubleshoot the issue. Your feedback will help me in taking the decision.

        Thank you kindly in advance 🙏✨

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      2. Navin, that is true I have not been receiving notifications from your site. I will leave a comment shortly on your post.

        Also, you said you migrated your website to a new host domain? The WP support could have transferred your followers over after you migrated your content from your previous hosting site. It’s often a lot of trouble to move your website on a different hosting domain. It’s a pain and it could really screw up a lot of things. I’ve read the horror stories. 😦

        So sorry you’re going through that notification issue, though. I read your post and will leave a comment soon.

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      3. Thanks a lot dear Lucy….this is exactly what has happened to my blog…I really regret taking thus decision to migrate…coz I wanted to use the features to the fullest….I’ve been playing the ping-pong (I’m the ball) with WP & Dreamhost since last 2 months or more….now I’ve reached to that level, where I can’t handle the frustration anymore….so that’s y I’m gathering the feedback & will give my last shot to show WP & Dreamhost…that the problem hasn’t been fixed….if they can’t fix it, then I’ll close my current site & create a new one….I don’t want to loose followers like you…you’re too important to me….thanks for understanding & sharing 🙏❤️

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      4. Oh, Navin, that sounds like hell to deal with. I just left a comment on the post. I’m hoping they’ll be able to fix it for you too, but as I said, whichever route you choose, we’re all here.

        You’re a fantastic writer and I’m fortunate to have you as my poet friend. It’s such a shame that this is happening to you and your website. If you do create a new one, I’d like you to let me know; I will write a post about it and hopefully, you can gain some of your readers back and even new followers as well.

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      5. That’s so kind of you dear Lucy….thank you very much my dear poet friend….I’m close to in tears….touched by your words….I’ll definitely let you know whenever I know more myself….if they can fix it or I shut navinspoems.com & create a new site….Dear Lucy, I’m whole heartedly thankful & very touched….2 months of constant communication with them & frustration is soon going to end….from the support of you & other blogger friends ❤️🙏

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  5. I see the daffodils dancing in mirth….untouched by human ambition….the smoky clouds of ashes invade the azure soul of a romantic sky….both to evaporate into oblivion…time smiles…derides….life lies lifeless beneath love, roses, dreams and desires….
    Touched by your wonderful feelings and rich poetic expression…
    My regards

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      1. You’re very welcome. Yes I absolutely adore 6 of their songs, that one and Say It Ain’t So, In The Garage, Holiday, Suzanne, and You Gave Your Love To Me Softly. 😉 Weeze on my wayward son, they told me.

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