The Cycle of Flowers: a new poem
THE CYCLE OF FLOWERSa new poem by Johanna Vanderspool
February 28, 2012
In the beginning...
Every flower blossoms, opening itself to the sun.
Such a sweet flirtation, behaving as if it's there for the long run.
The bloom is so pure and free,
so very attractive indeed.
A gentle hand plucks it up so merrily,
not yet knowing it's often momentarily.
That flower so fragrant and delicious,
Passersby must have it now in their ambition.
The adoree gushes in confidence,
coating the bud with a protectant of benevolence.
Loved, the petals shine so brightly,
glistening with dew mightily.
Yet, quite soon as it is in possession,
All it's beauty is put to unnecessary questions.
In the demand of the human heat,
The flower senses the mistreat.
The lack of appreciation for the design;
the banal understanding of the flower's former shine.
What can a pretty lil petal do but resign.
Unearthed and unwatered, the bud begins to wilt,
with a slim chance to be rebuilt.
Each petal is plucked and discarded,
a mystery seemed figured out, no longer regarded.
The fallen seedlings travel in the wind,
with a hope for a new way to begin.
For in the cycle of flowering,
only time and a genuine harvest is empowering.
There is a never end...
posted by Only The Lonely @ 1:42 AM
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