A touch of melancholy
fades colors to gray

Although the sun is warm
and the smiles genuine
somehow all is tainted
before they reach
my heart

Like a late blossom
it shrivels before
unfurling its petals –

Past the season:
no fruit to be fruitful.


Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at

17 thoughts on “Necrosis”

  1. Seems I’m in the right mood to read this tonight–gray melancholy, or maybe I’m just exhausted. Great poem, as always.

  2. This poem is absolutely beautiful. I think you have captured something many people find to be true. The image goes along perfectly as well. Thank you for posting.

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