As he leaves the garden…Posted: July 23, 2012
Did you notice the contrast veining
of the flowers,
the swirl at the center of a daisy,
the velvet and depth of the rose,
the pure fresh simplicity of white
against the greenery,
the vertical lines on each petal?
Do you notice
the pain in her eyes
despite the smile,
the timidity at the corner of her lips,
the hesitation, the fear, the lack of frolic?
She once was a flower,
delicate of beauty
of strength, confidence, and innocence,
circled and centered with joy and
linear in her trajectory through life.
and so much is staunched,
Perhaps you chose a beautiful blossom,
meant to have it as your own,
but a flower once picked
petals fall and find
in the wind