Beauty Rare

This one is both an expression of frustration and a request to be seen through different, deeper eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anticipating

Another dawn

Between

Those ears and heart

I want to be seen

Through different eyes

Not reflections in a pond

 

I am a flower

Beauty rare it’s true

Inside stirs something more

Deeper than ponds reflecting

Deeper than mere sights do bear

More than a bloom

More than reflections

 

I am exquisite inside

Yet you see only my petals

Blowing in the breeze

Of dreams you wish me to be

Wanting to cut my stem

And bring me to a vase

You enjoy me while I die

 

I languish inside this vessel

As you never really see

More than petals more than colors

You have missed me so completely  

Dismissed the beauty rare

Found inside the stem you cut

Enjoy me while I die and miss the best inside

Reviews

[Joiedevivre]

Gorgeous poem! Reminds me why i usually send plants instead of flowers :) Great job.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Appreciate my mind and my soul, put my outer beauty aside for just one moment and really see who I am. I really appreciate this one Veronica, as a woman.

[-Scribe in Style-]

Love the idea.
Stem, cut flower -
Only seeing the petals and the colour
Ending the life of a flower but bringing a smile to another..
So much depth and meaning...

[Siobhan Welch]

Yes, I see you even if others do not. And a short life inside a vase, observed but not experienced - well, it's sad for everyone.

[Mark]

Analogizing yourself to a cut flower is an astonishingly weighty thought! That one might be cut off from it's life-force and enjoyed in a superficial way (and that briefly), rather than experienced at length and in depth is a most intriguing idea!

[Kyle]

This is so very sad especially the last line. I hope to see the inside more here at this site.