Splash of color
Bathing in green
Pale, light, angelic flower
Hint of freckling
Quiet and willing
Independent
Brave
Although, quivering
Choosing to believe
She belongs here
Refuses to compare
Color or ability
Once a bud with hot pink protectives
Then the sun arrived
Petals begin to emanate
Flowing
Stretching their limbs
A fair maiden preparing
Soaking in ray’s of sun
Light creates her sublimely
Sweet, pale, pink flower
Nothing else compares
Yet, she holds no power
Remaining vulnerable
To your stare
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“Independent
Brave”
Using it both for a flower and lady love makes it even more a mesmerizing imagery 😍
I’m happy you think so. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen this poem. Thanks!
I especially love the ending.
Thank you! Something all writers work through, I think.
Is that Impatiens? Very pretty but doesn’t have a scent, or does it?
Leslie
I have no idea what that flower is, none. I should have done a bit of research. I just took the picture and abused it for the poem that wanted out of my brain. Tis all.
~Audrey
Well it was the inspiration of a lovely poem.
Leslie
Thank you, friend.
your words are as beautiful as the photo!
Thank you so much, Willow. Wow. xxx
Beautiful and magical. Really brings an interesting view on something as simple as a flower opening.
Thanks. I was hoping she sounded magical. Sometimes a poor innocent flower has to take the fall for me. 🙂
I love how your poems, Audith, show both weakness and strength. It’s so realistic. ‘Cause without weakness there can’t be strength. I love this one!
I think my poems show that because it is exactly what I am, don’t you? Strong, yet pathetically weak, sometimes. I love hearing you explain that without one there cannot be the other, I agree. Thank you, Duketh.
No such thing as pathetically weak, well, if you remember the wolf from Disney’s The Sword In the Stone, he was. But you’re not! Weakness is just fine. And that’s true, what I said!
Okay, I don’t really remember that movie. How is it that you know so much about movies, Duke?
Okay, I choose to believe you.
Well, I’m not sure I do. You see, I just know about some groups.
Oh. Some groups, okay. ??
I think you want more information.
When don’t I?
There were a few times you didn’t, remember?
I take them back then. Please tell me what I stupidly denied hearing from you… (there is no way I said I didn’t want to know…you must have tricked me!)
Hmm…it might have been a trick. I don’t know when I’m tricking, you know.
That’s not fair, I asked and you didn’t tell.
*phewys you*
And I think you spelled fooey wrong.
…caught me again! Quick on your feet, I’d say!
Until I bang into a tree.
Are you going to do that again?
Of course not! Warriors don’t do that sort of thing!
I agree. Not mine, anyway.
Oh dear. And I’ve done it.
*smiles* Your fault…