Picking Flowers

You're like a flower I can't pass without admiring.

Today I picked a flower,

one that reminded me of you,

oh how that precious little bud hid,

while all the other flowers bloomed.

Ducking from the sunlight,

while the rest of them grew,

oh how that pretty bud,

reminded me of you.

The summer kissed their petals,

while that one ducked away,

remaining hidden in the shadows,

As the others soaked in the day.

Such a peculiar little flower,

its leafless stem so small,

As the day burned on I thought 

'theres nothing to this flower after all'

My weary eyes then beheld,

with the birthing of the night,

a strange new occurrence,

bringing forth the breath of life.

Exploding from its unembellished shell,

came a coloration of every kind,

splendors dancing on silken petals,

a beauty I longed to make mine.

"Why hide your grace by day?"

to which the flower then replied;

"Who else, my love, would dare believe,

that this dingy sprout was beautiful inside?"

"Do you for a second doubt,

they cannot see your allure?

By day they are all the same,

but at night you're so much more.

They envy your very life,

you're a rose among the weeds,

True they catch the maidens eyes,

but against you they are nothing."

The flower simply sneered,

"Why parade for them when they parade themselves?

Living a fabricated fantasy,

like some prize upon a shelf."

And soon the day spilled into view,

as that precious bloom began to wilt,

I couldn't bare to leave him there,

so now he sits upon my sil

 

Reviews

[revenant21]

'Twas absolutely brilliant, Tori. Wonderful symbolism and metaphor. Your poems, in my opinion, always has just the right word or precisely the perfect syllable. Penomenal work as always, SL! :D

And ps..... the game. :)