Pineapples
I love reading and writing (obviously)
he/they, they/them preferred
"have I killed my thoughts right before their prime?
have I bit my tongue one too many times?
have I said it all the way I really meant to?"
~ben platt
i. (dandelions) sit in the grass,
criss-cross,
applesauce,
don’t forget your
childhood innocence.
ii.(clovers) grasp with your chubby fingers,
search for the
dandelions
but don’t crush the
clovers
along the way.
iii. (daisies) mayhaps,
along the way
you might even find
some gorgeous
daisies
too.
iv. (chrysanthemums) you are a prince.
[do you want to be a princess?]
v. (poppies) or maybe
you’ve grown past
those naïve young years
and you’ve left behind
your dandelions and
daisies.
VI. (sunflowers) sit in your chair
behind your desk
and dream
to make crowns
of poppies
and sunflowers.
VII. (roses) you want to wear
your orchid-
rose-
tulip crown
but they’ll laugh—
but what if
you did it anyway?
VIII. (carnations) be a queen
[be the queen
you’ve always wanted to be]
IX. (marigolds) just put the crown
on your head;
frame your face
with marigold.
X. (peonies) but if you can’t,
if you really can’t,
just wait: one day
you’ll fulfill your
hydrangea dream.
XI. (dahlias) sit in your creaky rocking-chair
on your bending, molding porch.
still the clack of your needles
and go pick the
dahlias
with their perfect concentric
v’s
like the pearls you knit
on your hat.
pick the
zinnias,
peonies, gardenias, even
tulips; pick
chrysanthemums and carnations
too.
XII. (ivy) unravel that pestering
ivy
from your
white picket fence,
call your husband and sit
and
XIII.
weave.
Footnotes
Inspired by Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens.
wow this is stunning. i absolutely love flowers. from the first stanza you pulled me into the poem so seamlessly... and the subtle aging is beautiful. wow. i love this!
4 Comments
Lata.B
Omg this made me so happy! Aww this is so pretty!
aiyanna
How nice, flower crowns are for all ages.
Anne Blackwood
Just lovely
Paisley Blue
wow this is stunning. i absolutely love flowers. from the first stanza you pulled me into the poem so seamlessly... and the subtle aging is beautiful. wow. i love this!