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I’m in the habit of sharing a few words of attempted poetry here on Tuesdays. I link up over at dVerse, a place for poets of all kinds, to mingle. For love of words and lack of perfection, I just do it. The doors open at 3 PM Eastern time…I kinda like it there when I can hang out a bit and take a little break at the Pub. There are a lot of really inspiring writers sharing…
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The Truth About Flowers
The flower
by neglect
withered
and died…
but no one noticed
they just walked by
busy with
their own agendas
pie in the sky
they failed to
see…
the petals
wilted
growth stilted
all sides
pressed in
the very
life
and
beauty
pressed out
stepped on
walked over
crushed
leaving faint aroma
and stain
Once full of life
now dry
lifeless
memory faded
sweep it away
sweep it away
under the carpet
where hearts lie betrayed
the truth about flowers
is-
flowers aren’t
forever
still
always displayed
but their beauty fleeting
tenderness bleeds out
grows brittle
with time
and neglect…
one moment
flash of time
glorious,
remembered no more…
remembered
no
more.
Linking with dVerse for Open link night at the Pub-time for some poetic justice!
Also with Tracy for Winsome Wednesday:
Enthusiastically, Dawn 
12 responses to “The Truth About Flowers”
My friend, I truly enjoy your writing.
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under the carpet where hearts are betrayed…ugh….so true on neglect as well as people walk on by…chilling in its truth you know…the echo at the end as well…
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Dawn, I don't think I will look at a flower ever the same again. You just gave me another way to look at a flower.Hugs,Kelly
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Hhmmm, so you're a poet too huh?! Multi talented girl :) love the flower story.
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flowers wither… such a sad sentiment.. hope that with season's cycles they still return to renewed bloom.
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tightly penned metaphor…and i really pray that i have an eye for the people around me and not let them wither unnoticed.. often we're just so occupied with other things that we fail to notice..
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Love this, Dawn…yes, let us pay attention to the flowers and the people around us…those moments of love and attention :)
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Really a beautiful write–and the metaphor works so well!
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The flowers are indeed fleeting with their beauty ~ Enjoyed the words briskly running down the page ~
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Ah, but the thing about flowers, though fleeting, they grow seeds. :)
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30000 likes, Dawn! I used to write lots of poetry when I was in high school. Don't remember if it was any good! ha ha Patsy from HeARTworks
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Souls are precious things. Wow!
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