my flowers do die.

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my fingers trace / against the stone

my flowers do die; ephialtes / in the

shadows of

/ a deathbed /

baby’s breath / a dream

/ threnody / & breast

my flowers die

in my garden,

/ mouthing /

pseudo-ashes

of the moonrise.

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This piece was inspired by Jacked Up by Weezer.

Written for the dVerse prompt: “Let’s hop into the garden of words and write a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding title, that uses any form of the word GARDEN.”

I dearly hope you enjoyed the read. I thank you so much.


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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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