Poetry | Issue 20

Poetry | Issue 20

Flowers and Sunshine By Tim A. Rou

I will never compare you
To some bright flower
Stranded in mud.
And I do not care for
The songs birds sing,
Or the smell of rain.
Iíve never found bliss
In a summer sunset.
Iím colour blind
And I find the sun
Far too predictable.
I would never hold you up
As some sort of mirror
To the worldís beauty.
Because the world isnít beautiful,
Itís uglier than I am.
People who write about
Bright flowers,
The songs birds sing,
The smell of rain
And summer sunsets
Are bored,
lonely,
sexually frustrated,
And in denial
(A collective state often mistaken
For clarity).
Maybe one day
Iíll write about
All of those things
Which donít interest me at all.
But I thank you,
Because at least for the time being
I donít have to.
This article first appeared in Issue 20, 2012.
Posted 5:14pm Sunday 12th August 2012 by Staff Reporter.