These flowers are not so bright
to drain radiance from your smile.
They are not so strange
to make you appear ordinary;
They accent your wink and playful smirk,
as they lace delicate fingernails.
They speak of the coming spring
and your role in blooming.
Like you, they have a story of hope which
I long to hear. Like you, they hold my gaze
and breath for a moment longer than
I expected or should have allowed.
If only you held onto those petals
a bit longer and with a bit more care,
if only you knew what the promise of spring
could bring to the heart of this old woman.
“These Flowers” is previously published in Hazy Expression (2004).
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Just a note about a typo. In the last line “…of an this old woman.” it looked to me like you wrote “an old woman” first, decided to change it to “this old woman” but forgot to delete “an”.
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Damn it Terry! Stop reminding me that I’m not perfect 😛
Thanks for the heads up!
Perfect people aren’t very loveable.