Walk Walk And

I’d stop and smell
the roses but …they’re
way over there

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© Steve Mitchell 2021

Bologna on Rye

early lunch –
he stops and ignores
the roses

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© Steve Mitchell 2019

Just One Moment

held
forever
roses

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© Steve Mitchell 2017

Sans Sentiment

oh, that guy smells
the world through glass
scented roses

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© Steve Mitchell 2017

Digital Flowers Last Longest

I think, for my Mother, on this Mother’s Day, I shall write a poem.

Oh boy, that’ll be good.

Okay, so, let’s see.  Here goes.

What rhymes with Mom?

How about …

for my mom, she’s the bomb, umm…such aplomb, and …

okay

no worries, maybe I can try and make it more formal –

’tis you, my Mother,  above all other…(s) and, you know, if given one’s druther…(s) and

well

This isn’t as easy as it looks.

I better stick with the classics.

 

For my Mother,

violets are blue
roses are red
I don’t have a poem
here’s a drawing, instead!

Happy Mother’s Day!

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!  I love you.

By Any Other

and we stop
to smell the idea
of roses

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© Steve Mitchell 2014

Sentimental

let me pause
and breathe the floral air
– sentimental
the dancing, bobbing bees
can go around

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© Steve Mitchell 2012