Garden

Just a little poem I found in one of my notebooks thought I might share it.

What kind of flora are you?

Are you a rose?

A beautiful bloom, but with vindictive thorns.

Are you a dandelion?

Glorious and brittle, and in a breeze torn apart.

Are you a sunflower?

Dazzling, but have no smell to call your own.

Are you fly trap?

With sultry fumes, alluring colors, and take in anything that's attracted to you.

Are you a mistletoe?

Cling to others, and leeching them of their life.

Are you wolfsbane?

Innocent and breath taking, but hold a toxic brew inside.

Are you a weed?

Trying to grow in a world where your hated.

So in this garden of a world,

What are you?

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy.

Reviews

[Falling Leaf.]

Ahh, very sweet and unique. I did thoroughly enjoy it and had to contemplate what kind I am. One note, in the last lines : *you're. Other than that, great piece!

[Coyote Poetry]

I like poetry that ask questions. This poem asked many. I like the use of the flowers to create thoughts and possibilities. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote