My Sad Flower, My Morose Rose

My sad flower, my morose rose The wind saunters and the rain sprinkles The flamboyant and exotic plants While the caterpillars and the ticks Fight bitterly for nothing It's sad to see the dogs sob. My sad flower, my gloomy flower Life is full of impulses and pauses Nobody knows anything about tomorrow One must know how to remotely guide the hands Control the blah-blah of the language And keep the head up while remaining wise. My sad flower, my morose rose Your memory is gone and the door closed The carcass is dismembered and deboned What's left is no longer fresh and inflamed Remember, dear, that everything is ephemeral The flesh, the beauty and the epistemic of the earth. Copyright © November 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.