I like the analogy of no future plant bears parents’ ashes. Until far into the future, in generations to come.

sunflowers are my favorite this is bittersweet ❤️

A sad, sad core but finely laid language, sir. As a garden designer, etc. I speed to such poems, but think this is the first about sunflowers in the past recent years – so sad to read of their casually tossed passing. That said, they are flung into death – but could have created even more if kept and used. Their tale might have begun a masterpiece had they and your words continued. Along with Fia, would add that not only is the analogy on form, your work has style to the brim. Many thanks for sharing.

hello dearest poet powerful poem I feel your pain ❤️

I suppose every generation had its fat cats and corruption. It’s inevitable and a shame.

hello dearest poet I burn with passion and because I am schizo I am bound to poverty… nicely said ❤️

We are made the way we are supposed to be. I understand though

I get it beautiful poetess if they didn’t think that there would be no reason for constant reinforcement reminds me of me with my schizophrenia great write just be you you can’t be anyone else ❤️

That’s kind of weird isn’t it. It’s like they’re trying to convince you of something before you ask. lol

Powerful and poignant.

We are born into circumstances. You control how those circumstances affect you. They may burden you. They may show you the right path for
you. Some people live a glorious life while others struggle to survive. So far, I have survived! I have been broken and I have pieced myself back together. I have taken many wrong roads. I have been very lost at times. Be yourself always.