Thoughts and Flowers


I can’t transport you next to me

Or offer you these flowers I collected along the track.

Or tell you of the silence that accompanied my thoughts of you

Amongst the buzzard confusion

Circling in my head.

Perhaps you don’t need to know,

And I shouldn’t tell,

But I’ve never felt good in my soul,

Keeping quiet about colours

And thoughts plucked with flowers in a meadow.





Local poet/writer. ‘There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.’ E. Hemingway. All ©️DMM