We are in an unending search for affection, faith, and acceptance.
And the longer a solo flower remains in denial to its need for another amidst the fields of God, the paler its petals appear, wilting with the unfriendly winds preceding a storm.
"You are one insensitive, scentless flower." the wind hisses against the fragile, half-hearted, loose petals..
There are days when we refuse the soothing touch of the summer rain, or the persistent, cheerful embrace of the spring breath.
We do not need to be loved by Earth's nature, for we lack the capacity to smile back at its unconditional kisses and hushed, sheltering breath. We'd rather not owe it later, because we would be penniless still. We would know not the ways to tend the pitiable, dried out leaves of the trees in the autumn, and we are afraid we would not recognize its weeping frosted limbs in the winter. We would know not the ways to return the favor.
We would stare at the shards of love reflected in the mirror of a pond with tears of mangled human emotions slowly freezing in trails on our stained skin. And the vanishing spring would stare back at us with bitter broken tears of widowed gratitude.
Your poem is faultless, it has been written with
great expertise and intelligence.
It is beautiful in the expression of your mystical,
religious and philosophical understanding, of course
others will appreciate your artistry, but may not
follow your education , or your thinking.
This is a very interesting write. An examination of Man's relationship with Nature and a hypothesis that we are afraid to love because we are inadequate and unable to return its love, that we'd rather scorn this love even though such an act hurts us.
you always leave me breathless at the end of your peices, i thought this peice was to point and had a great message behind it. thank you for sharing yet another great peice! truly amazing!
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