flowers

[khartoumteddy]

Some men never think of it
You did you`d come along
And say you nearly bought me flowers
But something had gone wrong

The shop was closed,or you`d had doubts
The sort that minds like ous
Dream up incessantly you thought
I might not want your flowers

It made me smile to hug you then
Now I can only smile
But Look the flowers you nearly bought
Have lasted all this while

Not my own
by Wendy Cope but I like it
TEDDY

[shygirl78]

That's a very sweet little poem Teddy, I like it

[Peter Connelly]

Yes, great poem, Teddy. Wendy Cope's great. Here's one by Billy Collins that you might like, too. It's one of my favourites:


The First Dream


The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight
and as I lean against the door of sleep
I begin to think about the first person to dream,
how quiet he must have seemed the next morning

as the others stood around the fire
draped in the skins of animals
talking to each other only in vowels,
for this was long before the invention of consonants.

He might have gone off by himself to sit
on a rock and look into the mist of a lake
as he tried to tell himself what had happened,
how he had gone somewhere without going,

how he had put his arms around the neck
of a beast that the others could touch
only after they had killed it with stones,
how he felt its breath on his bare neck.

Then again, the first dream could have come
to a woman, though she would behave,
I suppose, much the same way,
moving off by herself to be alone near water,

except that the curve of her young shoulders
and the tilt of her downcast head
would make her appear to be terribly alone,
and if you were there to notice this,

you might have gone down as the first person
to ever fall in love with the sadness of another.

[shygirl78]

I heard this one the other night...

It's a stunning piece of work.. but, it's the end line that really gets me.... really really beautiful.

[khartoumteddy]

nice one peter not seen that before thanks
teddy

[Peter Connelly]

THE LITTLE WHITE ROSE
Hugh MacDiarmid

The rose of all the world is not for me
I want for my part
Only the little white rose of Scotland
That smells sharp and sweet and breaks the heart.

[shygirl78]

Love it...