Glass prison

A wild flower in bloom picked

Was put in a glass bowl, where her beauty shown

Straightening her wilt, on thorns my fingers pricked

Petals dropped over wall of glass, leaving me alone

Your perfume lingers in dusty air

A water spotted bowel sits with decay

Cut from roots, brief life of despair

From a glass prison, you got away

Reviews

[Marie]

Oh, a very poignant write in this beautiful poem, Soren. I love the visual detail of the wild flower in bloom which was picked and put in a glass bowl filled with water to show her beauty. But she was a wild flower and did not like being imprisoned in the beautiful glass bowl. Her perfume was her gift as she died, her beautiful petals falling over the wall of glass. She died and left the glass prison behind. It is SO beautiful and simultaneously SO sad, Soren. The flower loved the open countryside where she was born, I think she found it heartbreaking to leave it to live in a vase of water! Sublime metaphoric write, beautifully penned and expressed. Thank you for sharing, Soren...

[Soren]

Thank you, Marie often in our own greed, we forget the needs of others in our own selfish want we imprison some and seal their fate

[Marie]

Sadly, this is so true, dear Soren... You captured it superbly. Thank you again for sharing...

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

like the other poem i reviewed today, this can be read many ways. is it simply an ode to a wildflower, or of the fleeting beauty in this world? you can be a man who is hard to read, Soren.
xD

[Soren]

Thank you Ern for the read and comment it is most appreciated. I like leaving poems open to interpretation and that is why most every poem is a metaphor.