December Begins

December begins
The meaning of Christmas lost
In packed store sale aisles

Saturday Shopping

Saturday shopping
I must get lost in the mall
To find my needed peace

Dead Rose, Dead Romance

Image from WikipediaDry, brittle petals
Fragrance faded like your love
Dead rose, dead romance



Not sure why I wrote this . . . the only person I would really ever count as the love of my life didn't leave me totally devastated. . . I guess it's because I am staring at these roses that I dried and kept as decoration - but these roses are from various occasions: my sister's college graduation, get-well bouquets when I was going through cancer treatment. No flowers from past loves.

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Ravenous Buyers

Shopping for presents:
Delight turned to torture by
Ravenous buyers.