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Tuesday, September 23, 2025

Petals on the Floor 












Petals on the floor 

Everywhere you looked 

One was picked up not 

a petal at all 

'Twas papers were dropped 


At the courthouse were 

Papers place of rest 

Like petals fallen 

Fallen from their tree 

Never used again 


Petals making mulch 

Papers mice nests 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2025 All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with dVerse to write a 44 word poem, plus the title if there is one

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6 comments:

  1. brudbergWednesday, September 24, 2025 7:59:00 AM

    Papers... so much are on those... it sounds a lot like bills to me

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    1. JimWednesday, September 24, 2025 8:30:00 AM

      Papers to renew my car license.
      I'm using my cellphone, I read your poem but it won't post my comment. Google only or anonymous only.

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-WadeWednesday, September 24, 2025 8:34:00 AM

    A kinder finality, perhaps, than it might have been.

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  3. HelenWednesday, September 24, 2025 2:29:00 PM

    Few of us would wish papers [bills] falling like petals .. too many to pick up .. to pay.

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  4. lillianThursday, September 25, 2025 2:47:00 PM

    I read this a bit differently. Guess because of all the news these days. I immediately thought of all the lawyers’ papers, the applications for asylum or a green card - all the documentation, letters, papers an immigrant brings as they dutifully appear for their immigration appointment - only to have them spilled to the floor as ICE accosts them and takes them away. Those papers - petals they think will bloom into a continuation of living and working here, their dreams in those petals/papers, trampled.

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  5. Yvette M CalleiroThursday, September 25, 2025 8:21:00 PM

    Great poem, Jim!

    Yvette M Calleiro :-)
    http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com

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