Yellow Flowers

 

Yellow flowers
in a crystal vase
sit on my table.

They know their
place.
They make no promises.
Know no deceit.
Their hearts aren’t broken
by those they meet.

They have no world
outside my table.
They feel no love
for they aren’t able

Yellow flowers
sit quiet there
and only move
by way of air.

copyright 2006

7 thoughts on “Yellow Flowers

  1. Yellow—–Joy, Friendship
    This is a beautifully written and expressed poem. Friends are like angels and this says it

    Yes, friends are like angels, Eka.

    WC

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  2. Hmm… Friendship, love. It does remind me of men, or the attributes we can assign them: “no promises, no deceit”. I found it thought-provoking and a little sad… but that’s just me. Good poetry does that, and that’s ok. I tend to brood… 🙂

    Debi,

    It may well be I was in a broody mood when I wrote this. 😉

    WC

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  3. I lke the way it achieves feeling without tugging any of the usual strings.

    Thanks David – it was one of those pieces that was just a moment that slowed down enough to write about it.

    WC

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  4. hi
    hope you keeping well, well for yellow rose represent friendhsip and joy and which i shares with my friends. So you right friends are like angels, some time they act like devil:)

    LOL – devil indeed. I have to agree with that.

    WC

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  5. Wow, WC, I believe this is the first poem of yours that I’ve read. It’s so evocative, so melancholic, and brought me soooo down – excellent writing! Any chance we might see more, or is it too personal? It’s a problem I have with sharing, especially poetry, which turns out to be a trait particularly unsuited to an aspiring writer, LOL.

    Hey Crisco,

    Really? You never read any of my poems? Hmmm…I guess I don’t show them much. Sure, I’ll post another – any opportunity to bring my readers down – lol. Seriously, thanks for the compliment and for the comments.

    WC

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