Common Flower

Poetry Speaks

    

I witnessed a bud bloom late one night.

The petals looked happy to uncurl for the first time,

the first time in a life anew.

It was so gentle and frail, yet I’ve never seen anything stronger.

This is love I thought;

love for a common flower.

I wanted to keep that moment forever.

Never have I seen white curves stay so perfect while

its body moved with the wind.

Dew clung to its petals with such a weight that

any other would fall;

yes, all fell below this common flower.

I wondered if I could keep it until death do us part.

Only in my hands would it be safe,

only with me could it never wilt.

Such a silly idea and I knew that true.

Yet I will live in fallacy and idiocy,

just for a common flower.

Across a garden I made;

Upon the roses I water;

A common flower lives.