My Black Flowers Poem by Vera Sidhwa

My black flower bouquet,
Was hidden from all who may have wanted to see.
For these special flowers were meant for me.
Their different petals I did save.

For another day, for a spring time day.


They sat on my dusted table,
Then they were arranged on a glass table.
After that they sat on the back porch.
But try as I may, I was connected to these black flowers.


I found them long ago,
On a trip that my friends didn't know,
Where these flowers caught my eye,
As representing all the colors of the rainbow.

And that is what made them different.