There was a sweet smell of decay
surrounding the rose, it permeated
the same stale air of the silent room.
You waited until it started to wither
to change the water in the vase.
But the petals started falling one by one,
a red rain across the floor.
You hurried to put it into the ground
but the grass around it died
The colour faded from the world.
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Poetry Books: Identity Crisis, Rehab
One little public announcement:
The Poetry Bar is open again so you can submit your poetry, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram/TikTok account to the email poetrybar1@gmail.com and then it will be shared for the Bar to read.
There’s such a deep sadness to this. Hopefully we never wait until it’s too late.