Poetry from Prosper Isaac

DEWING FLOWERS

Flowers are symbols of joy?
Do not think so
Flowers are embers of decay that accompanies the remnant of one cherished to the hugs of that grave
Tears are parodies of dews on blooms
Flowers are casings for a bride with no adoration for the partner down the aisle
Corollas of sadness past
Carpels of pains present
Calyxes of despair to come
Do not mind the petals beauty
Doom is spelled either way