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Broken from the stalk

Contributed by JzstKilMe on Wednesday, 4th October 2006 @ 02:40:47 AM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems



He picked the flower and held it in his hands
the stem rolling back and forth between his thumb and finger
the warm intensity of touch rushed to the very tips of the petals
so long without the sun the flower was on the verge of death
one last chance at life, at happiness, and at fulfillment
so many other flowers in the field and he picked this one
He observed it's structure so closley, held it so softly
a fragile plant once purest white now brown around her edges
How many storms had this flower seen? Often starved and deprived
all it longed for was a little tender care, a cooling drink,and some sunshine
Now it would be strong again, nothing could harm it
It would stand taller than it's neighbors who towered above and seemed to climb for the sun
His glance shifted and rested upon a sleek snow white daisy who smiled beneath the sky
And he lay the tiny flower in his hands down,broken from it's stalk to be trampled in the ground
here it could only gasp for breath, and never dream of finding a home inside anothers gaze
One last breath, the last pure white petal tarnished, everything fades...




Copyright © JzstKilMe ... [ 2006-10-04 02:40:47]
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Re: Broken from the stalk (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 4th October 2006 @ 08:58:16 AM AEST
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good poem i like it
you have a style all your own
so keep it that way
keep writing i will be reading




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