Flower LadyA Poem by J. Sam BarrFlowers are gifts born of miraclesComfortably,
she holds the bunches high As she
walks she shows off her floral basket Proud as
she was; she still gasped a sigh She’s on
her way to the bustling market
Somewhere,
someone, somehow Would love
her graceful renditions of nature Petals of
splendid colours; it’s blooming now Fresh as
dew; it took a miracle to mature
A spectrum
of vibrant shades, tones and hues With petals
of near perfect twirls and formations Yellow,
maroon, vermilion, violets and blues These are gifts
of nature in their sacred incantation
Bought and
sold; often taken for granted Not
realizing it took a miracle to create From fields
of bounty they are garnered Only to
wither and perish as time dictate
Ardent
lovers would gleefully acquire them As a gift in hand for the ones they love Creating
awe and appreciation in tandem Knowing
it’s a gift through powers from above
Beyond such
remarkable beauty lie fragility Tantalizing,
they need to be handled delicately For these
wonders of colours are never sturdy Though
frail, they still delight impressionably
The lady’s
graceful and her flowers enchanting She’s a
reflection of charm and elegance What a
combination; how complementing As if in a
rendition of a beautiful dance
In admiration
and fanciful appreciation There’s
melancholy and a sense of regret When one
lacks the person and resolution To present
to; who’d be happy to beget. © 2016 J. Sam Barr |
StatsAuthorJ. Sam BarrKuala Lumpur, MalaysiaAboutGreetings from Kuala Lumpur. I believe that expressing oneself is projecting one's true identity; one's soul minus the pretenses that we so often encounter. more..Writing
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