chrysanthemum & poppy - a poem about grief
tired was the young flower
worn out was he
traveling day by day
living in a joyful fantasy
not silent was the other
careful and measured steps
walking beside poppy
she lives, and breathes, and accepts
silent was the wind that day
the day chrysanthemum grew weary
until only sunlight filled the room
and passers-by ‘came teary
she is at present a delicate flower
rushing daintily through the wind
swept up in the after
throughout the air, petals spin
poppy is now a lonely one
drifting through the world, lost
thinking, breathing, wondering
how forcefully his heart was tossed
not silent was the other
careful and measured steps
walking beside poppy
she lives, and breathes, and accepts
SLAYYYYYY
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DeleteOh wow, this is beautiful. I got chills on the last line. I love the sad flower symbolism and delicate imagery exploring a deeper story.
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