I.
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Colors exploded,
Breaking up solid landscape
With their vibrant tones,
In time for the fluctuation-
The return
The exit-
Of never ending feet,
And roaming tires,
Petals waved in unison-
Good-byes and welcomes
But we never know
Which was meant for us.
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II.
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We plucked, we counted
Looking for reason
Behind long stems
And snapped spines
Finding more strings
Stuck in knots
Too tight for nervous fingers.
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III.
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While some sobbed,
Others rejoiced uncaring
Of changes outside their realm,
Grown from the same soil
Same relentless sun,
Their genes somehow different
Carrying a fortune-
Unknown to others-
Who could never understand
The continuous wavering petals,
And the dried stems
Thrown at their doors.
About the Creator
Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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The Black-eyed Susans were sparse, we used Daisys to tell if the other loved us or not. They would even provide the courage to talk to a certain other or cause us to wait for another day or another flower. Great combination of thoughts, attitudes, and feelings.