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

shovels

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

mother

I try to pretend that the

geraniums

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.