Linda Studley

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21 Aug 2012

Falling Up

As we fall up we
take turns catching each other
sometimes I catch you

sometimes you catch me.
the trick is to never let
our feet touch the ground.

 

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23 Jun 2012
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A Darker Side of Flowers

The flowers started to die long ago,
back when they were picked. Their brilliant
perky smiles belie their terminal condition and,
good intentions aside, we become palliative care.

We arrange them in a vase in the sunshine, keep
their water topped up, and gradually
pull out the drooping, spent blossoms,
move them into smaller and smaller vases,
trim and re-trim their stems
until the last bloom
fades, slumps and dies.

“Flowers for me?
Thank you how lovely. I’ll get a vase.”

 

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