Dried Flowers

Dried Flowers


I've drunk your monotony
and fragrant damnation.

I've tasted your hollow words
as they desiccate my soul.

Though I've tried to nurture
the seeds of hope
my tears evaporate
in your xeric emotions.

Nothing grows now;
I watch as hope withers to
nothing more than
dried flowers
pressed between
memory's pages.

Notes
An entry for Week 18 of "Poetic Exploration" 
Form: Free Verse
Free Verse is an irregular form of poetry in which the content is free of traditional rules of versification, (freedom from fixed meter or rhyme). In moving from line to line, the poet's main consideration is where to insert line breaks. Some ways of doing this include breaking the line where there is a natural pause or at a point of suspense for the reader.

desiccate - to dry thoroughly; dry up
xeric - pertaining to a dry environment; a dessert

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Ken