Each was born a small thing
not much color
sheltered and protected
until they were older
***
she soaked in light and heat
they made her strong
so she could face the world
and show her face
someday soon
***
her little sister
kept from the light
thinking it would cause pain
she only knew cold
***
as she began to open
a layer of beauty
and color was revealed
she felt the morning dew
against her skin
***
the sister by now afraid
thought” how can I face the world?”
would life and love be too harsh
for this little protected one?
***
the morning of glory came
in radiant beauty
she held her head high
before the world and sun’s light
soft , delicate, yet strong
***
the sister remained sheltered
fearful for her sister
and the pain
she must endure
for loveliness she knew
must pay a price
***
he chose her for himself
embracing her in his hands
she felt love as he drew breath
he took her loveliness in
she was complete
***
the little bud
too weak to glow and bloom
a dry sad face
never to know beauty
never to be embraced
in the hands of a lover
Excellent the way you weave both nature and nurture to depict an unfair relationship that involves both “picked” and discarded flowers.
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I just went in the garden. Which flower do we choose, the fragrant beauty or the stunted dead one???
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Intriguing words. I loved this.
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thanks Anthony – always a joy to have you visit
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Wow, what a beautiful bittersweet tale.
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thanks I agree – makes you want to bloom for all you are worth
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powerful and sad at the same time.
But really well written
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thanks – I liked the visual contrast between the two (yes I a visual)
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ah but that is what fairy tales and happy endings are made of…the forgotten is found…and love blossoms….
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poor little sister probably doesn’t like her fairy tale ending
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but the story is still being written right?
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that it is my friend
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even if you just went to the garden it depicts how we can be too shy and never live our lives our we can stick our heads high and enjoying every breathe – well done
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I think nature depicts aspect of life so clearly
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so sad, she still is beautiful…..all are beautiful in the eyes who love them……bkm
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that is a different angle isn’t it???
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on one side their is glory and love and on the other pain and grief… lovely poem
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very beautiful poem. to have something we have to face the challenges which will come with it. 🙂
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any story needs plot and drama, you have done a perfect tale with words, colors, emotions…
I love happy ending!
Cool job!
😉
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Please visit and comment for 18 poets in my list,
thank you in advance…
I was busy with kids out of school,
thus come in late.
sorry…
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a sad ending but lovely play with words =)
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awe this was a sweet poem Leslie, brilliant 🙂
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thanks for thinking it was brill!
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Many things can be compared to flowers but i personally like yours. Well Done.
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thanks for liking my flower – flowers can get a little over the top
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Wow..this IS really good…i hope you are proud of yourself here? And I am pleased that you didnt sell yourself short and kept writing..sometimes its so worth doing a long verse & this was the case
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Wow awesome…your a great poet and my favourite so far…keep up the great work:):)
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thanks for those words – I guess I will keep going…
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simply lovely
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and kinda sad
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