Yesterday's flowers

Ann of Norway Flowers are perennial, at least some of them are and they will come again and again, but maybe you will not see them, and yet the you that is conscious now will always retain that possibility with your imagination's eye, and when you're gone there will be no I to see with and the thought will become irrelevant. Oh goodness that was not a very consoling, or poetic thought was it, but then it is a poem, and it stands alone with its own meaning and that can be read and reread again and again; and the perfume of its words may carry on into a future, so the flowers will burst forth from your words again and again and again. No? This is not sad unless the individual flowers or bunch of flowers are thought of in the context of their particular meaning in time and then they become the memories which is where the quote came from, the song, the war and the past painful losses of sweet flowers of man. My latest thoughts on reading this poem Longobardolino, Love from Annuccia.

Hello Mr.Longo... very thought full reflections on life and its mysteries...i loved your use of "where have all the flowers gone" while you reminisce ...a good read it was for me.. warmly..raj (sublime_ocean)..