"Neither dead, nor alive…just dangling in between…"

A poem for Valentine’s Day.

A poem about a funeral.

About a male customer in a flower shop. He insists on getting a bouquet made-up entirely of red roses, the traditional symbol of love. But, they are sold-out. Through the talking flowers: his imagination: he gets to see that tradition will stand in the way of self expression, and spontaneity if you allow it to do so. Sometimes you’ll have to break tradition for the sake of creativity. But tradition is very strong, so he may return to it; for he says : to tradition, you are out for today.

About a male customer in a flower shop. He insists on buying a bouquet made-up entirely of red roses, the traditional symbol of love. But, they are sold-out.

How red roses makes a person feel.

On a person’s life, and how to remember everything that happens because it is who you are. A red rose means remember, and when you look at one, it should all come flooding back to you as if it were just occurring for the first time.

Big and tall.

Nostalgic childhood memories of a country home and garden, illustrating a picture of unspoiled nature at its best.