Bittersweet Bouquets

Poetry is bittersweet sweet when the words strain away the angst, bitter as reminders that do not wane. I take these feelings from a moment in time, capturing them in flowered words and hold them there like bouquets for the taking. They do not wilt, dry and decay. But as I hold them there my hand tires so but I’ve grown this stem in the soils of my heart and am thus bound by every word I pen subject to this blooming realization that unlike me will not wilt. If you like this, and others, check out my book "As I Write These Words", with a full preview on Amazon (available on all online book stores, as well as ebook format) for many more.