In May To A Flower Tragically Plucked.

In May, to a flower, freshly plucked.



Truth is
in all honesty
and faithfulness
to your memory
I must declare
that you sweetened the air
that I breathed
in a life that
had grown stale
and so hollow
your bright spot
in my life made
all else seem like
mauve
and the gray fuzz
of a station
off the air
~
I tasted the scent of you
and came away wanting
even more and
so I nurtured the
things that you needed
and watched as you opened
you softness much wider
I kept you wet
and fed you fertile thoughts
talking you
into blooming for me
much longer then
you had ever dared
in all years past
back then
when you emerged
from the soils
of solitude
~
And so
we grew together
I smiled much more
and when I checked on you
your head was
held quite proud
even in the
heaviest of
life's rain
and you persevered
~
but in one moment
that will stretch on
forever
caught totally
unaware
you were
suddenly gone
plucked from me
by another who
also loved
flowers that
exuded beauty
and I was left
with dirt,
and a hole
that no other
could quite fill.
~
So now you are but just
a page in my journal
a scribbled remembrance
of what failed to
take hold
but I know if I tore
out those pages
and ate them
one by one
like your petals
they would taste
just as sweet
as the air that I breathed
when you once were so fresh
in my stale world
now staler.
life moves on
and always will
even when one's heart
is shocked still by
its actions


~=O=~=O=~=O=~=O=~=O=©~MFB III

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Brittany Star 6 years ago from Somewhere in Texas

Very nice poem.


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Debarshi Dutta 6 years ago from Calcutta

A rare poem by MFB III which is awful.


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Micky Dee 6 years ago

As with most of your writings I seem to drift in and out of what was and could have been. I savor the brief moments of tenderness that I once knew and the sadness of separation. I wish we could love "them" all as "they" should be loved! -whoever "they" are. Thanks!

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