Thursday, May 30, 2013

This face...

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...

10 comments:

  1. haha spill honey into kids brains, great line

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  2. how sad in the end...the face...like the flower just tossed away tomorrow....

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    1. Well, it's life...Thanks for stopping by :)

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  3. it 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

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  4. I love Pansy and I loved how you brought them to life~
    It 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

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    1. Thank you, Ella, and I love your thought about elderly...
      Nice to meet you...:)

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  5. 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.

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    1. It is nice, when nature reminds us about closest ones...
      Thanks for visiting :)

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