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I watched the flowers die.

August 25, 2009
By artmusiclit_chic GOLD, Riverside, Rhode Island
artmusiclit_chic GOLD, Riverside, Rhode Island
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I watch the flowers
In the vase
Age
Deteriorating rapidly
Over a matter
Of mere days.
Their beauty
Vibrant colors
That inspire the artist
Sweet fragrance
That brings out the romantic
In all of us
Now a distant memory.
The hues of the petals
Seeming to have evaporated into thin air
Leaving them faded, lackluster
If flowers could feel
They'd feel despair.
Curling in on themselves the once-smooth petals
Too soon are stretched
Crinkled
Similar to human skin
Full of wrinkles.
The knowledge of the departure
Of their glamour
Disheartening.
The attempt at still living
Exhausting.
And so I watch the flowers
In the vase
Dry up and die
And I cry.
For now that they cease to exist
Their beauty will be missed.
Something taken for granted
Gone.
Like a forgotten soul
An extinct creature
An unwritten song.



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on Sep. 17 at 7:32 pm
avantu589 BRONZE, Pompton Plains, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
The most beautiful things in life cannot be seen or touched. They must be felt with the heart. - Helen Keller

Love the poem……really different point of view, but dead flowers have tons of beauty too, I feel like if u ended with that, it would give the writing a lighter tone.

what_i_feel said...
on Apr. 22 at 3:18 pm
what_i_feel, Tucson, Arizona
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there is still beauty in dead roses, in fact probably more than when they are alive...

on Apr. 16 at 10:25 pm
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
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Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)
And the words I say most often: "Where was I?"

wheres the hope?
not saying thats bad, if you read almost any of my stuff there is no hope... or there is hope but its realllllyyyy creepy, like hope of suicide to escape the pain that i frankly dont understand but i somehow write

on Apr. 16 at 10:26 am
LadyWhimsy SILVER, Edmond, Oklahoma
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I love your poem it's deep and touches the soul feeling it with sadness and a small sense of hope.