Curious Flowers


What If

What if we stood now

On an empty stage

In the silhouette of a former fame

In a theater long vacated,

What if this life were naught

But the echo

Of a former incarnation

And those that passed

Had simply recognized the farce

Do I stand now on the precipice

Between two worlds?

A ghost at twilight mourning?


What if this life were training

For an interstellar war?

What if I suffered now

That I might later serve

Some heroic purpose?

What then would be the reward

Or would it exist solely

In the eminence of my deeds?

Why must we receive

In order to do that

Which is natural to our hearts?

Is love not its own reward?


What if there was a heaven

In which only

The most curious flowers


Would I find shelter

In such a curious garden?

Or am I ash…

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5 thoughts on “September 30 2013

  1. sorry i tried posting on your newest poem and it would not let me so i was trying to see if it worked…what an opening stanza on that one…like a punch in the gut…the sewing shadows in the sole of your shoes was quite a line as well…arresting photo too…ugh…hard piece…

  2. This is a poem that I’d like to print out and pin up somewhere. Thought provoking and evocative. I loved this!

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