Pick them from the ground
Where they gracefully grew
Had everything they needed
To flourish then die.
Gave the earth in turn, what it had to provide
But I took them out,
Grabbed them and pulled
Until my vase was looking green-filled and full.
Took them home to enjoy for some time
Knowing fault for their quicker decay
Will be fully mine.
And when the vase stood right in my view
I started thinking
Whether I am doing the same thing to you?
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Claudia (
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Makes you wonder if you are talking abut flowers or someone you love. I enjoyed reading your poem. You have a good day.
A caged bird or tiger is no longer that wonderful wild spirit but rather a pathetic 'fish out of water' thanks to the cages key holder.
I like the way you lead your reader into your message. There must come a time for everyone to ask of themselves, 'am I changing the one I love into something they are not and will they lose the wildness which was the attraction?'
A very difficult question you pose today.
Very emotive words can be felt here Claudia.
Andy
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