The Flower

In the spring sun
the flower sits
coated in dew

 

he in entranced
by the flower
its silk petals
courageous stalk
vivid color
of lambent red

 

consumed by lust
he approaches
the red flower
and picks it up
claimed as his

 

but the flower
wilts and loses
its silk petals
courageous stalk
vivid color
of lambent red

 

the flower died
he discovered
love is not about
possession
but instead
appreciation

 

Renee Dunn

Comments

Teren Marie

This was honestly beautiful. It can mean so much.

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