The Smallest Gladiola
How small this gladiola was
when I saw it,
it was such a bit
in that large mouth of silence
tic-tock went the hole
drip, drip, drop, drop
clip, clip, clop, clop
Please smallest gladiola do not let us down
what you say is note worthy…
but unimportant
please don’t hesitate to be smug
you have ended it, this time machine
with your own two bare leaves
in its essence, it’s tenderness and loveliness
but it was so calculated, so predictable.
Your love smallest gladiola has left
but you knew that with your coldness
and evenness.
We don’t like you, we don’t approve
of your slander of that large mouth bass,
right there in our living room.
Maybe your hook could save us because that is all you have left
smallest Gladiola.
Please say it isn’t so
all of your wandering and snow flakes
please don’t go
please don’t stay
just say a lie
and you will get by
on your own time,
in that large dark hole
tick-tock tick-tock
splish-splash, don’t lie
smallest gladiola
it’s a runaway train, it’s a run away mouth
full of distemper and your temper
don’t disease me
don’t hate your beauty and your
futility
correct it, old corrosiveness
your elders are dead and the whale is gone
full of snafus and booze
lakes are silver and clouds are gold but rainbows are gray and black plaid
under the street light of tinsel
for a time that no one cares about
smallest gladiola, don’t become the ‘x, y, z’
that is gone and such a disaster
make it sentimental with all of your might.
And be that never ending running engine
for our trip to Mars
you see?
Written by Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art
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