My Sad Flower, My Morose Rose Poem by Hebert Logerie

My sad flower, my morose rose
The wind saunters and the rain sprinkles
The flamboyant and exotic plants
While the caterpillars and the ticks
Fight bitterly for nothing
It's sad to see the dogs sob.

My sad flower, my gloomy flower
Life is full of impulses and pauses
Nobody knows anything about tomorrow
One must know how to remotely guide the hands
Control the blah-blah of the language
And keep the head up while remaining wise.

My sad flower, my morose rose
Your memory is gone and the door closed
The carcass is dismembered and deboned
What's left is no longer fresh and inflamed
Remember, dear, that everything is ephemeral
The flesh, the beauty and the epistemic of the earth.

Copyright © November 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.