Yes, these are lilies not roses. So close but not cigar.
This poem grew from a simple idea, a man wanting to propose to his girlfriend while a whole string section played on in the background. The poem wrote itself.
he wanted violins
for only the complete string section could describe his love for her
the price was beyond him so he maxed out his plastic
on a string quartet from the local music college instead
she told him they were history and this was typical
him lost in the grand gesture unable to see her needs
this could have been a blessing
for her eyes were on the cellist
those long expressive fingers his strong hands
they left together in a taxi for her place
as he stood in the street he was left to wonder if he could return the roses
perhaps the florist would refund him under the circumstancesI did not want the main character to have an easy time but such a grand gesture seemed to lend itself to failure.
The Secrets aided the layout, thank you. Its always a good idea to play about with the layout of a poem, you may stumble upon something better than you realised.I have just come across Polyanna, a rather wonderful French singer-songwriter. You can listen to more of her music here.
I shall leave you with In The Snow.Until next time.