Passion

March 14, 2010
Its passion climbing up the post
Cooling a sticky summer’s day
Its arms reaching out to hold it still
And its petals calling for the warm sunlight

There are no roots as far as I can see
But there’s dew glistening on the leaves
It takes all day to soak it up
And by next morning, another buffet

Each summer the flower blooms
And each fall it dies away
There’s nothing left but vines, leaves,
And those buds that ne’er hath bloomed

The petals seeping into soil
To share one more gift of life
The plant waiting a further year
For my passion to sprout again





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i.ll_be_fine_899 said...
Jun. 17, 2010 at 2:22 pm
aww beautifully written!!! :) nice poem. and that flower sounds lovely
 
thewriteidea This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 20, 2010 at 5:39 pm
I love the way you describe this flower. I can tell it has more meaning to you than just a flower and you described it perfectly. Wonderful job!
 
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