The Darling Buds- Geranium

This is not

a poem about roses

even though I tried to grow

them – too cold

they said and I closed my

ears and grabbed more


the third dead rose bush

only provided mulch

for the fourth


digging up is hard


when I found myself watching late

night infomercials and taking

notes on magical growth remedies I

took a deep breath

and spoke to my


I try to pretend that the


don’t look smug

Geranium- Stupidity

Every May (and sometimes into June), I do a series of poems based on Victorian flower meanings. Welcome to the Darling Buds.

For more stupidity (and occasional genius), my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.