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I had to leave a garden once
Grown year by year and lost
To someone else’s love, tossed
To memory, I cried over the garden
More than over the man who left
I potted what I could, bereft
At what I had to leave
replanted in unknown soil
Hoping they would thrive
Some did, some died
A red geranium never a favorite
I don’t even know why
I brought it in my favorite pot
And placed it in the living room
And since I moved not a day has passed
Without a bloom

for dverse Poetics of 2/19/20: flowers, about my geranium which has bloomed continually for almost 7 years.

6 thoughts on “A Red Geranium

  1. Messages can come from anywhere, and your lovely messenger loves giving reminders. A bittersweet poem, Alexandra. Geraniums are one of my favorite flowers, and as I’m educating myself on essential oils I see how therapeutic geranium essential oil is!

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