Say it with flowers: Roses are Dead
Valentine’s Day is a high pressure moment. Do you? Don’t you? Even if you agree it’s naff, you better have a good reason not to make a gesture.
For the unknown lover harbouring amorous intentions, it’s a gamble; for the couple long entwined in cupid’s grip, it’s a requirement.
It’s also fabricated, commercial bullshit.
Yet still we play the game…
Flowers, the ironic metaphor
Fresh cut flowers go best on graves.
Sailing through an air of sobs and genuine forget them nots, they should land dashing over a sunken casket.
Better still, sit proudly at the fresh laid headstone, slowly wilting as time takes its course and they decay in sympathy.
Yep, fresh flowers were doing just fine till Valentine’s came along.
Flowers for the lovers?
I’m not going to reveal whether I give flowers on days like today - we all have games to play and expectations to meet. So, instead let’s hit this with something poetic. (below the image).
Sometimes it’s fine to be a hypocrite. You just have to admit it.
Love to you all, because it should heal us even if it’s badly packaged.
Featured art work: Midnight by
I spotted this wonder by Hebkid Art and thought we might collaborate. Much thanks to them.
Initially I saw it as a mind blown, then later the hair…. Whichever, I fell for it first time.
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Say it with Flowers: Roses are Dead
In full bloom you cut me off tried to freeze me in time gave me away to another you poisoned my water instead left me hanging on to my youth dying in your window. Torn from flat fields frozen in time jammed in rushed trucks goodbye sunshine my lover hello neon you commercial lie our spring time lost lifeline for a discounted diesel cellophane surprise Tate Ellis