We Are Flowers | Stream of Consciousness

A field, full of armoured tanks and soldiers and guns – covered in beautiful, cut and wild flowers.

We march past, and people stop to take photos – turning war into Instagram.

We are flowers – once growing and beautiful but cut for the purpose of display and beauty, so we die. We add chemicals or dyes, we flatten and press them to try and preserve the life we have already taken. But we are flowers – once cut from our stem, we perish.

And as is the way of things. A beauty designed not to last. We are ruined by the spoils of greed and war – wanting more world than our home grown field. But one flower only needs one home to nurture it.

We long for youth and beauty and longevity- but they cannot co-exist. Time will make graves from us all.

Take Me To Summer (a poem by @melissaholden94)

Follow me on the new southern breeze

to the land where summer never sleeps.

Fields, green and posies a plenty,

dance under the stars and swear your fealty.

Follow me to a new stretch of grass with the

brightest sun you’ll ever see – happiness will always last!

Let’s ignore those golden leaves,

blowing in from the tops of trees.

Let’s pretend it’s not grown colder

year passes, making us older.

Let’s forget that this has happened before:

when Autumn flew in up from the North.

April Is On It’s Way – Poem

April is on its way tomorrow.

She brings light and longer days.

She brings daffodils and the sweet smell of rain.

She brings the fools,  and the cats lazing in grass.

She brings thoughts of the future, not the past.

April is here tomorrow,  thirty wonderful days of spring.

April ends in a month, and allows Summer to begin.