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 ❤️