A wild flower in bloom picked
Was put in a glass bowl, where her beauty shown
Straightening her wilt, on thorns my fingers pricked
Petals dropped over wall of glass, leaving me alone
Your perfume lingers in dusty air
A water spotted bowel sits with decay
Cut from roots, brief life of despair
From a glass prison, you got away
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sorenbarrett (
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A tone inspired by Baudelaire !
Thank you so much Loenz I appreciate your read and comment and have to say I am not familiar with Baudelair.
Nice one.
Thanks so much Michael for the review it is most appreciated
Flawless in beauty and metaphor 🌹
Thank you, Teddy. I appreciate the review and as always, your comments that are always so kind.
I agree with Lorenz, this rings of Baudelaire. Love it when synchronicity happens. I love Baudelaire and also love this poem. Definitely check out "Les Fleurs du mal" (The Flowers of Evil). Great collection of poetry that parts of were banned. Now, back to your poem, a truly great piece, my friend, to evoke one of the poetic greats. This is an easy fave! 🙏👏👏🌹💐🖤
Thank you, Tristan. You are too kind. Your words are appreciated and deeply valued.
You are welcome!
KP's the thorn - or the weed - between two roses! lol
Be careful to not get pricked thank you very much for the read. It is most appreciated.
very nice
Thank you so much for your review and kind words they are valued
no problem
Outstanding poem,
Poignant 😢 and touching,
great use of metaphor
and a pleasure indeed to read!!💯
Best regards ✌️ peace. Thad
Thank you, Thad. I appreciate the read your words of support are valued
Visually captivating and unlocking the gates of interpretation and flight 👍🏻
Thank you, cryptic appreciate it
This is very poetic with powerful images. Well done. Enjoyable
Thank you, David I appreciate your review
Was this the prison with the glass ceiling?
Thank You so much, Dan I appreciate your reading and I don’t know about the glass ceiling. I always thought it was made of metal.
Fine words soren and so meaningful.
Andy
Thank you, Andy I appreciate your review. Have a wonderful day.
Lovely poem, showing that there's a thin line betwixt admiring beauty - free in nature -
and watching it slowly decay, once pluck'd for our private amusement, admiration, gratification.
One ought to ponder: do we really need to destroy beauty to admire its fleeting grace?
Wonderfully written, Soren. Take care!
Thank you Rin I appreciate your review and kind words
I like the second half of todays gift so very much .. indeed, it is really quite memorable ..
Thank you Neville I appreciate it
Inspiring!
Thank you, Carrie that means a lot
The one that got away. That's what this reminds me of.
Thank you so much for reading this and commenting on it. It means a great deal.
wonderful way of describing a commonplace item, and the reactions.
keep it coming
Thanks Nafisa I appreciate it
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