Mauve Hyacinths

Mauve Hyacinths

messages
in our
garden,
love letters
from an
unknown god.

all i know
is beauty
comes from
somewhere

sunset
approaches,
soon i’ll be
night-blind,
something
like my
blindness
to your
thoughts and
feelings.

i do the
best i can.

mauve is
a frail,
pale purple.
it doesn’t
understand
a thing i
ever say.

it has no
passion,
nothing
much to say

i watch the
setting sun
and see
my life,
slipping,
slipping,
sliding away.

we do
not know
our span,
we live
and then
we die.
i’ll do
the best
i can.

9 thoughts on “Mauve Hyacinths

  1. I think you write poetry well. I think it must be very hard to write. I tried a few times but For me it felt like I was being sad and I like to try to be positive. Thank you for your interest in my blog Murray.

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  2. Love this photo and thoughtful poem. You have a talent for capturing the essence of life in at least two forms. Thanks for following Oh, the Places We See. I make a stab at photography, and at being interesting. It’s the best I can do!

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    1. I don’t know exactly why I write or make photographs. It sort of feels like I need to.

      I understand some things, but not much of my motivation. Maybe something I make or do or say will help someone someday.

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