Flower that never bloomed

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For a flower that never bloomed

Matters not, the sun or moon

Or the storm, or the calm

Or the frozen and warm

Not the wet, nor the dry

Nor all the truths and lies

With its brilliance encompassed

Withered and died, alas

For the want of lusty red

Or a yellow crowned head

Hanging bells, of colour blue

Longed for bright rainbow hues

Dared not to face the skies

Insecure, In disguise

Of all that it was not

All joys, it soon forgot

Withered and died, as I said

Never bloomed, blue or red

When dead petals, wind did lift

Scattered in irregular shifts

The corpse of a flower, dry

Dry As sand, it floated by

I marveled at this wondrous sight

Stared long at the serene white

 

Author's Note

A thought just hit me. Why try to be red or blue, when white is the real you? :D Stray thoughts, basically.

Reviews

[realmwriter]

This is prolly my favorite piece by you . It's chilling and scary and yet it is a soft as a rose caressing your skin. It warms your souls and invites you in. It remembers a time when blue and red felt magical when you just wanted to be white. It just feels right...! Gorgeous how colors can paint the sky!

[lawrence bear]

wow, I loved this. makes me look at flowers in a different way, I never thought how beautiful they can be.

[paradise]

This is amazing and creatice. It has such a great desription inn the poem it really caught my eye Favourites it must go :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Any rose blooming is beautiful. Photos and words made the poem have life. I have roses from my Grandfather garden. He told me his family brought then from England 200 years ago. Thank you for the amazing poem.
Coyote

[Hotwater]

This my second attempt at reviewing! the first wouldn't go!!... anyway... Brilliant!
(I said that before!) 11/10! (I said that before too!)
*bird*

[stars are far]

"For a flower that never bloomed
Matters not, the sun or moon
Or the storm, or the calm
Or the frozen and warm
Not the wet, nor the dry
Nor all the truths and lies"

I loved those lines so much ..very well captured :)

[Don Shaw]

wonderful poetic piece.Very beautiful, i love it.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Stray thoughts cohered into a piece of bountiful beauty. Nice work.

[Dayran]

Seeking virtue in a clutter of issues is not that hard. Its not about good and bad but how they combine to create a quality of life, but we keep hold of the experience of virtue because it is the one basis that organizes how we come to view something. The alternative is chaos.

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the title caught me..tinged with such a sadness...your poem didn't disappoint..beautiful..haunting..