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You Bought Me Flowers
by Joan SerratelliYou bought me flowers
I didn't want them
flowers die
I told you that
Not a good expression
of love
They're pretty
but fleeting
and it makes me sad
to watch them die
I told you that
I didn't want flowers
I wanted something
that would last forever
you say our love will
but you chose flowers
and flowers die
02/11/2007 Posted on 02/11/2007
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/13/07 at 04:35 AM This really points out how people view different symbolic gifts. What is the intent of the giver is also a question that comes to mind. Gift giving is a tricky business, imho. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/13/07 at 05:38 PM Powerful analogy. One of your recent best IMO. Reminds me of an old platonic girfriend who refused to ever wear a diamond ring, saying it was bad luck. Diamonds are also suppose to last forever, and yet are next to worthless when trying to sell them back to a jeweler. |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 09/14/07 at 04:01 AM Joan, I just came upon this poem. There are depths and feelings running through the veins of this piece which make me think ... what? Flowers are beautiful but, you're right, they don't last. I hope that is not true about your love. |
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