Blossomed solitary, a flower unseen
Colors missed; hues ignored
Fragrances ne'er sniffed
Scattered into emptiness
By planters 'n florists
Makers unmaking their creatures
Leaving them derelict
Forlorn in a floral paradise
Alone inside a packed bouquet
Kindred flowers, strangers by design
Precious little to share
Save for empty stares
© Alwi Shatry, All Rights Reserved. February 24, 2020
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The sadness of the florists 'merchandise'.
The cast-off 'didn't quite make the grade' bloom - never to fulfill is intended purpose. The assembled beauties used as a tool to warm the heart of a willing mistress.
Mother nature, what have we done with your beauties?
The 60 million dollar question.
I love this S. A sad take on something beautiful
Thank you SC.
Their beauty is lost to those who assemble them and can only be seen by those who look deeply into them.
Andy
And words of wisdom can only come from a sage. Thank you Andy.
Wow an awesome floral wonder poem as you talk of the flora in an awesome soulful way. Kudos for this fine muse.
Pls Pleez do read and comment my newest poem too.
Thank you S. Zaynab. Very generous of you. Will check out your latest poem.
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