|(re)consider the lilies
True, they neither toil nor spin (after all,
One can only expect so much from
A mere flower), but it is worth noting
That, be they grown in fertile, well-tended soil
Or a fecal dump chock-a-block with used condoms
And the remains of hasty midnight abortions,
They will bloom nonetheless; indeed, once they are
In the vase, they remain duly circumspect
As to their origin and pedigree.
16 Apr 09
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point to (re)consider:
are there dogs in magnolias?
monkees are there, next-of-kin.
lilies will evolve to rhyme with line-age.
what an i talking about? :
i like your poem.
the contrasting of mud 'n blood to the perfection of beauty in a flower of the hours we have left is the play here -- Water Lilies (or Nympheas) have often been allusions to how consciousness arises from the deep-dark bed of recycled 'n dead, dreams -- nicely done
Brill! Love it.
Line 5's bathos is perfectly done.
perhaps they are blooming for the discarded babies, after all.
I think you could do much more with this thought than this poem, which seems to have been hastily put down. Just a little more work could make it better.
Great contrast depicted in scrupulous terms. I will be more circumspect picking flowers in future