Green Fingers

Claudia

 

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?

  • Author: Claudia (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 16th, 2021 11:00
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  • The elder poet

    Makes you wonder if you are talking abut flowers or someone you love. I enjoyed reading your poem. You have a good day.

  • dusk arising

    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.

  • Goldfinch60

    Very emotive words can be felt here Claudia.

    Andy



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