A Flower's WishA Poem by Donald Ray HeistandI wrote this for my lovely wife while we were dating.
Days past my hues much bolder,
proud stem now gone soft and bent,
fine leaves soon all amolder.
Though my glory’s now well past,
still you come bearing water.
Most surely, twill be my last.
Oft at my beauty you stare,
to my amazement always,
of your own so unaware.
With eyes wide and nostrils flared,
you bend to sniff my fragrance.
Alas, to die, I’m prepared.
I’ve beheld colors many,
but to match your stunning orbs,
dare not say I’ve seen any.
To all my friends I do shout,
what name is for this pigment?
Before death I ought find out.
Pal sun bursts through the window.
More intense than he, avers Sol.
Too dazzled, he does not know.
Says the whispering morn breeze,
This shade much gentler than air,
so soft, brings men to their knees.
As you pour, speaks water clear,
compared with eyes so lively,
falls are torpid as a tear.
Declares good earth, in coarse voice,
would that he might be so deep,
if only given such choice.
Stunning, intense, dazzling, aye,
dear things you use to see.
Gentle, lively, can’t deny.
Wind, who all voices doth bear,
howls in proud triumphant glee,
What you seek is brown so rare.
Lost hope, to solve unable,
the enigma of your eyes.
Last chance is on yon table.
Gale blows to turn the pages.
Please help, wise dictionary.
Lend me knowledge of sages.
Umber, cocoa, tan, ocher.
Wreaks despair, this futile chase.
Walnut, chestnut, bay, copper.
My time is approaching short.
that I would be transfigured,
before my age doth abort,
and faded petals float down,
kind face grant me one last wish,
to take from your eyes some brown.
© 2008 Donald Ray Heistand |
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3 Reviews Added on May 18, 2008 Last Updated on June 2, 2008 AuthorDonald Ray HeistandDillsburg, PAAboutThe inspiration for much of my writing springs from my Christian faith. I will often shock and disturb readers, but I know when to lighten up. I have so many stories outlined-every time I am in the sh.. more..Writing
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