Screaming Flowers
Can Anyone Hear?
Screaming flowers
An eyesore in these days, but a style of the times
In the wallpapered kitchen, with ugly yellow trim
A vision of childhood, with love, light and laughter
When her view of the world, was a little less grim
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Screaming flowers
On the boulevard dry, in the hot summer sun
As they wither near death, so helpless, ignored
Begging Mother Nature for drops of sky nectar
To refresh and recharge, their lifeblood restored
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Screaming flowers
In the hands of the bridesmaid, as she stands by her side
To witness the ceremony, she knows a mistake
But quiet she must be and fulfill her sworn duty
And stay by her side, when her heart surely breaks
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Screaming flowers
On the stand in the nursery, where her new baby cries
For his mother’s embrace, to sooth infantile needs
Depression controls her, and delays her response
She cries out in anguish. God help me, she pleads
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Screaming flowers
On the dining room cabinet, a blood red expression
Yet another apology for harsh words and hands
Their scornful petals mockingly watching
As she faithfully follows her oppressor’s commands
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Screaming flowers
In the church on the altar with urn full of ashes
Leaving nothing but memories and death so unkind
Ripped from the soil for a fragrant memorial
Their stems now as broken as the hearts left behind
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When the flowers don’t make a sound
Can anyone hear them scream?
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Cathy holmes
Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.
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There's a lot to unpack and ponder in this one. Well done!
Cathy, this was a really thought provoking poem for me! The universal symbolism of what flowers means and the contexts they get to be a part of! Great work!
I must have read this way back when they didn't have comments yet. This is one of my most favourite poems of yours! I enjoyed the reread!
Love this! I truly don’t understand why we use bouquets of flowers for so many things, from courtship and marriage to birth and death to “congrats” and “I’m sorry.” It’s a strange custom to me. I bet the flowers don’t understand it either, and do silently scream. Give me a garden of live, unpicked flowers over that!
Dang! I'm glad you reshared this! What a stunning way to look at this. Cathy, you never cease to amaze me!!
Bravo!!! Bravo!!!!
This is one I missed and I think the title is brilliant, sort of gives me ideas and made me think of the band Screaming Trees who I should do a post on. Excellent work
☺️👍 Cathy, I really liked your intriguing concept of the flowers personified for this poem. Thanks for sharing it again as I had missed it.
Lovely piece of work 📝💖😉🌸❗
This is so vivid and emotional. My mind was full of detailed images and my heart was touched and ached a little over the words -- amazing job, my friend!! I really love this 😍
Wow, so many emotions packed in these beautiful lines. The last two lines really got me. Well done :)
Sending hugs for this Cathy , wonderful words
Absolutely fantastic Cathy.
I love *everything* about this!