Hush

The petals wilt and float gently to the ground below

Colour drains from vibrant hue leaving pale remains to dry

Crimson flakes contrasting cool white glow

They dry and curl, hugging themselves tight

Crumbling to dust carried off by mourning wind.

 

Lifeless laying scattered remains where no one`s eye falls still

Beauty gone waste with blind care, It slumps defeated, forever untreated.

Weakening spine bent to a bow, sickly head hung despairingly low

Ill petals fall to the grave as tears dampen with dew

 

Sorrowfully not given a chance

It weeps unto its browning feet dug shallowly in the ground

Unnoticed death beside the stone, once stood up strong

Grey around dulls the soul, while crimson paints the smiles

 

Once the colour fades from sight, Paling to the death It overlooked

Backs are shown without remorse, left with empty shade

No life around offers hope, only loose soil patted still

Beneath the earth secrets held, It knows them all too well

 

Wilted petals fall to the ground, laying at the lifeless grey

Weeping colour to the soil, where it is absorbed without know

The only shade which lights the grave, faints away from view

Soon all It will be to the earth, is a hushed secret never to tell

 

Author's Note

thoughts, comments, interpretations always welcome.

I wrote this as a self depiction of society and the way we treat ourselves, others and the cultures which seem to gradually become extinct. The wilting flower is representative of society, how we allow the wars, greed, malice to destroy our humanity, to destroy the society we built with dreams of freedom, peace, love, happiness but instead allowed selfishness to bring separation, racism, divisions of class etc. We live without leaving a possitive mark, and thus will become another forgotten era who failed to keep our culture alive. (Eventually)

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

Life is just like this for us humans and those who are flowers. How often people look in the mirror starring at the new wrinkles on their face, and they wonder just how far will this go, it is like the petals losing color and falling to the ground before being swished away by the morning winds. How well does someone handle growing old do we wilt like the flower did, slowly becoming alone as others around us pass a way turning our once bright days to days of gray as we wait on death to finally take us.

To me this poem is exploring the aging process to death and then it adds even more reality that reminding us that unless we do something great in this life, that after our death time will eventually erase us from history as being not even a factor as if we never existed.

I will fade to black now and hush my review...

Enjoyed this!

[Walter Scott Morrison]

I love the colorful imaging the line "Beauty gone waste with blind care, It slumps defeated"

[Clarisse Nanoit]

WOW. Every time I read a piece of yours, I come away amazed; you have serious skill. I like this cyclical piece. Very telling of life. Pretty. =)
KH

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Very expressive and descriptive write with good metaphoric language used..Keep up the good work..Sunflower..

[Atheana Kylee-S. C.]

Cool poem! :) It's awesum.

[melissa]

Simply beautiful :)

[Dave M. Pitman]

This is a wonderful write, i really enjoyed how descriptive you were.

[William]

I didn't feel like I was reading a poem, I felt like I was reading an entire novel. The imagery and feeling you packed into five stanzas shocks me. I love your word choices--it clicked very well with me.
Thoroughly enjoyed it. :D

[Liza]

the imagery is clear and passionate
the emotion is raw and comforting
a very sensous expression filled with insight and longing
i wanted to know more of the mystery that lies within

[James Paulin]

The wilted rose is a metaphor that depicts life or love that has a time of bright attraction and, as all things loved, a requiem.