This face
looked at me
in such
multi-faceted
meaningful
way,
conspiratorially...
a face from
far away land,
eyes're smiling,
mimicking
wrinkles
around
alike
sun rays,
long yellowish
beard
with tales,
entwined in,
ready to spill
the honey
into kids' brains
if you will...
the single
flower
just being
itself
with no glimpse
in tomorrow,
when it will be
eventually
dried,
thrown away
with no sorrow...
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haha spill honey into kids brains, great line
ReplyDeleteThank you, Pat :)
Deletehow sad in the end...the face...like the flower just tossed away tomorrow....
ReplyDeleteWell, it's life...Thanks for stopping by :)
Deleteit really looks like it has a face and it would be cool to talk to it a bit..i like the being itself and i do hope it ends up dried and pressed in a good book..smiles
ReplyDeleteThank you, Claudia :)
DeleteI love Pansy and I loved how you brought them to life~
ReplyDeleteIt is sad, this is the way we treat the elderly...everyone has a story and I want to hear all of them :D
I always thought pansies had fairy like faces :D
enJOYed your poem
Thank you, Ella, and I love your thought about elderly...
DeleteNice to meet you...:)
So sad it blooms and knows not its end. It does appear to have a face. Pansies were my mother-in-law's favorite flower.
ReplyDeleteIt is nice, when nature reminds us about closest ones...
DeleteThanks for visiting :)