Vee Bdosa Poet Epitaph

Where the Flowers Die

WHERE THE FLOWERS DIE
Beyond the fence we shouldn't go,
not even look, if we're alone,
nor see some things we should't know.

My innocence has died, although,
I'm still the child I've always known,
and hide the me I want to show.

Out of this wasteland, what can grow,
where only dust has ever blown,
too where, we never even know.

The Golan seems an empty show
the yellows, browns of rock and stone,
where we must make some flowers grow???
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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Judy Konos September 30, 2015 at 2:42 PM Hey there's a contest "Forgiveness" by Craig Cornish...he writes: THE ONLY ACCEPTABLE FORM IS MODERN SONNET STUDY IT....I have no idea what he's talking about but I bet you do....Perhaps you'll get in it?....you could win it if you wanted to....Look under Contest by Members..Post the poem first and then enter it in the contest....shut up Judy....Okay Ron Vee Bdosa September 30, 2015 at 5:51 PM This is a form of sonnet I have not looked into yet, but I shall. Today, I think they take the literal translation of "Sonnet" from the Italian original meaning and translate it to "song." It could be anything. Maybe even Itsy bitsy teeny ween yellow polka dot bikint, or Please Mister Custer, I don't wanna go..." I don't know. My next book has been published and will be released Nover 10, WRITING SONNETS IN YOUR SLEEP, is the title. Thanks Judy, I will check into modern sonnet.

Judy Konos September 30, 2015 at 2:36 PM Excellent......