Of Brown Flowers

by John Mckean1

February 21, 2018

I heard the horns blow

when our sea was frozen

and the titanic icebergs

cracked upon our bow

When all is Said & Done

we have more than words

to share with one another

regardless of the Scars of the past

Although I cannot Carry a Tune

I'll hum and ghost a song

for you that you can hear

from you on stage, to me in the back of the room

How can we Evolve through the

science of physical attraction

to the spiritual oneness of

souls in a deathless dance?

The dogs may come and go

beers in hands unsteady, open doors

I tip my cap and offer you a bouquet

of brown flowers and wild ginger.

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John Mckean1Feb 21, 2018

This is a stream of conscience poem that takes the afternoon conversation spent drinking beer at a dog-friendly brew-stop, and combined it with the titles of the songs sung by the singer/songwriter. On the surface, it is trying to be a love poem, BUT, on the next level, it offers itself as a remedy for "ghosting". The singer sang a song about being "ghosted" (basically, led to think someone loves you, only to be unemotionally abandoned). So, if you were expecting a sing-songy rhymy kinda thang, blame the beer, blame the conversation of the afternoon, but not the poet.