Today’s napowrimo.net prompt is to write a poem about a flower. Since this is about as exciting to me as the seeds thing, since the day-eight prompt was up well before midnight in my time zone, and since all of the poems I wrote for day 7 used the tritina form (and I was therefore in the zone), I went with that…
I don’t know what kind of flowers you like
if I were to send you some today
I’d send you roses—
probably red, because that’s what I think of when I think of roses:
flush with color, deep and life-like
a reminder of today
so when we no longer have today
you can look at the roses
and remember what the feeling was like
Today, the roses are like my memories of you
It’s such a guy thing, I know
Will roses mean to you
what I think they’re supposed to mean?
What does it mean
when what I think I know
means something different to you?
When I think of you
I know what I mean
but what do I know?
Do you know what I mean?
(7 April 2016—posted April 8th)