The bouquet of irises
is dessicated;
brown paper shells devoid of scent,
death displayed in a vase.
The purple blooms,
dripped inky streaks down the walls
and puddles onto the floor.
The stains leave a memory of floral glory
for tomorrow.
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TIME TO GET SOME MORE!!!! WELL-DONE…OH DESCRIBING ONE!
I’ll have to see if there are more in Mom’s garden. The purple ones were almost black- an amazing colour.
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
EVEN SENTIMENT HAS TO GIVE WAY TO SEDIMENT!
lol
this is super
Thanks, Rajiv.
That’s one way to paint a wall.
It wouldn’t scrub off. It got into the plastic on the light switch, too. I’m going to have to hunt down a Magic Eraser.