"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Wilted Sigh


Plump petals worship the sun
each of their days of bloom,
a beautiful bouquet uncut.

This nature painting ends
when scissored hands
cut the flowers from their life support.

Gathered and placed
in an artificial home of water and glass,
they brighten a kitchen table.

Their glory shines for a few days
until blossoms die a drying death,
heads bent in wilted sigh.



©Susie Clevenger 2011

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