Wreaths,
Bouquets,
Even a single rose in a vase
Speak dead words-
I am no cenotaph
To be wreathed
With dead words-
Let the blooms
Light up the boughs
Till they fall-
No flowers for me ever-
[Today I chose the gift I don’t like to receive]
Posted for my prompt ~ Gift(s) @ Poets United Midweek Motif
sumanar/lekha 
Wow! I love the drama in this. Quite emphatic!
Ohhhh, yes! Wow! There is an industry of florists that seems innocent . . . .
Gasp ! I cannot imagine a home without flowers…..adore them… Although these day I opt for flowers in pots rather than freshly cut flowers because they last longer except for the Singapore orchid which has a very long life span.
Quite emphatic, indeed. And gosh, I love flowers. I can’t imagine my home without a freshly cut flower, when it’s not winter.
Sumana, I understand your position, as cut arranged flowers, are a mocking shadow of the beauty, these living beings bring to us. As it seems a waste, to toss these flowers away, days after taking their final grasp at life.
My dad expressed similar feelings as you do, Sumana, in requesting that no flowers be part of his funeral service. For those, who knew my dad, he loved flowers and grew them, everywhere outside of the house. Instead, we asked that the money spent on flowers, be donated to the Canadian Heart and Stroke Foundation, to fund research.
I feel the same way, Sumana. I love flowers, but hate to pick them and watch them die. I grow blooms on my deck instead and they bring me much joy.
I don’t mind receiving a posy or bunch of flowers, but I prefer to see them outside where they grow.
I don’t mind the gift expressing love from my husband at all, I am not having a funeral when I did so that knocks out those flowers.
Flowers do belong outside where they grow, not cut up and gifted. I agree with your poem, mostly, though I do like the (very occasional) rose that I last received around 3 to 4 years back.
I prefer the living kind as well.
This is incredibly eloquent in its portrayal of the appreciation of beauty and gifts. ❤️
I love the tone, the outrage at the very thought, the finality of that “ever-“. The whole echoes my own feelings. I only kill to eat… So, no pretty corpses for me either.
How I agree, as I always preferred walking in the garden or in a park to admire the plants and flowers enjoying life and blooming in season than to see a slayed bunch of flowers dying in front of my eyes.
Different point of view, charming to encounter. Flowers as gift has always brought me joy
much love…
I agree. Hereon, no flowers for me too… a blooming garden is always more beautiful than the cut flowers in a vase in the living room.
Pretty poem, Sumana and it leaves a strong message.
The poem has a bit of sadness. But let the owners grow in garden only, absolutely no cutting.
I’m smiling. My mother was like that too: no flowers! 🙂