Fall in Love with a Flower – poem

Of all that is written, poetry requires the most from its reader. No lazy mind is drawn to poetry.

Fall in love,
fall in love.
How easy it is
to fall in love with a flower.

Take it,
take it.
Fragile thing.
Absolute power.

I think God made a mistake
in making flowers
so easy to take.
So very, very easy to take.

More of my poems

Jealousy, Possessiveness, and Falling in Love

Jealousy

We all know the sting of jealousy. It’s painful. Jealousy within the context of a love relationship is really fear. We are afraid that someone will take away that which we have become so attached to and, to varying degrees, have based our life on. However, that fear can quickly turn into anger. Even though we will not have meant to hurt our loved one, that is exactly what we will do in proportion to our jealousy. It’s a destructive human trait although it is automatic in human nature unless deliberately curbed. Continue reading “Jealousy, Possessiveness, and Falling in Love”

Those Who Belong To Us

My father died suddenly when I was seventeen. Protective and adoring but totally unspoiling, he was my first great love. I have an image in my mind of sitting alone in the funeral car, waiting for everyone to come out of the little country church and drive to the town’s dusty cemetery whose small number of inhabitants are mostly a list of relatives. Sitting there motionless, I had such a bottomless emptiness inside me that crying seemed irrelevant. Some things are too sad for tears. Continue reading “Those Who Belong To Us”