This Friday the fun is on at Madison Woods and I am bank with the Friday Fictioneers in full swing having been away last week. Today’s prompt from Lura Helms looks interesting and I could not resist it. So dear friends, here is my humble poem. Do feel free to critique as you comment.
Withered Flower
I am a flower
Left
By the roadside
Far From
The Great Oak.
Sun baked
Sweaty
Withered
A pitiful
Pitiable flower.
No one
Recognises me
My startling
Beauty
Now
A faded shadow.
Beauty is
Fleeting
Character
Enduring
And so
I will not
Give up
I look to the
Canopied leaves
Swaying
Majestically
To the rhythm
Of the
Whispering
Breeze
Will I find
A place
To hide
Under
Their sanctuary
I send
A silent prayer
To the leaves
Sweet rustles
They hear me
Let me find
Shelter
In the…
Withered Flower
beautiful, touching post.
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Yes _ Thanks !
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I was just thinking, “I’m sure I just read this” 🙂 It is a great post to reblog
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Indeed ,its a great post !!
Thanks dear !
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Thank you, my dear friend
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You are so much welcome dear !
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