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

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    1. This is Breukdog btw. It’s not letting me sign in

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    2. Oh 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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    3. That’s me btw ✌️

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