The Tilted Dahlias
On a sage green wall that once wore a blank look,
it dangles helplessly, without a complaint.
It is slightly askew, with a tilt to the left,
giving the viewer a crick of the neck
Hanging precariously, for an eager assessment
without much annoyance, or an "either" or an "or"
Just a "take me or leave me"
with a bolder assumption
that someone will like it, no fear of rejection.
No hesitation came from the hands
that restlessly hung it, with eagerly haste.
He hammered a nail with pride and conviction
and ardently placed it for eyes to embrace
Sharing a warmth of a seasonal decade....
this amateurish, yet delightful landscaped garden
sings in the sunshine, and smelling of springtime
shouting with color, and sprinkled with lavender
flavored with turpentine, and oil-painted rainbows
In the lower left corner, is an array of dahlias,
bursting with crimson, never changing or fading
never thirsty for water,
barren of a single, silent, dried up weed
and free of decay, dismay or mold
Now it is old.........dust to dust......ash to ash
he takes with him the pride he found
...still holding the brush stroke of a satisfied smile
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