Leave a Book Instead
Reflections on Life and Literature
Flowers for Algernon
Required reading
Eighth grade
I sobbed for weeks
𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆📖⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ
I was Charlie
I was Fay
I was Algernon
I was… The Flowers
𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆📖⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ
Petals softly drifting on
The sopping tropical breeze
As I turned my cheek to the
Brisk cold of recognition
Snugly tucked in a box
Incinerated in the fires of
Anxious premonition
𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆📖⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ
No matter what is gained
Or what
Is lost
I will always bloom bright
On the flames tossed
𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆📖⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ
When I die
Don’t leave flowers
Which fade
From the moment
They’re ripped from
Their supple home of growth
𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆📖⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ
Leave a book instead
Where life never ends
Send me to pages filled with
Agreeable people and
Romantic adventures
Where I might spend the
Rest of time
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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