Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Some Gladiolas' Secrets

We gladiolas in a vase

Upon a coffee table hold

Some secrets in this time and place.

And now these secrets do be told

To any listening with an ear

That does allow for our sound

Be shared in whisper and to hear

Such secrets while we're still around.

For too soon our blossoms will

Wilt and we will be tossed away,

And holding many secrets still

That we decided not to say.

Some hearing secrets we have said

Deem us as angels from the dead.