THE FLOWER THAT DOES NOT DIE

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

Pressed gently
Between pages
An eye of life
Now closed
The book of
Yellowed ages
Curled vellum
Now patrols.

The flower that
Never seems to die
Decades kissed
Pressed it lies
In slumber which
Takes no steps
Its loving bond
Over years is kept.

Opened only when
The urge returns
The sense of loss
Its pain to burn
Deep and with
A Summers eye
The flower that
Never seems to die.

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Comments +

sorenbarrett April 9th, 2026 02:32
Lovely wording and meter in this poem makes the metaphor work well. Nicely done Norman
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)April 9th, 2026 02:47
  many thanks, appreciated as always
- sorenbarrettApril 9th, 2026 03:03
  You are most welcome
Priya Tomar April 9th, 2026 02:42
Beautiful write .
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)April 9th, 2026 02:47
  most kind, much appreciated many thanks
orchidee April 9th, 2026 04:03
A fine write N. And now your next poem? The Bus That Never Arrives? lol.
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)April 9th, 2026 04:56
  the deserted bus stop lol
Friendship April 9th, 2026 07:28
Well written
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)April 9th, 2026 07:29
  thanking you for read, much appreciated

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