I am constantly shifting
Growing
Sprouting green stalks from my fingertips
A crown of flowers upon my head
Roses bloom from my sunken collarbones
Still I have thorns on my sides
I have not always been beautiful
For flowers once withered away here
But now
A garden grows
~thank you
- Author: brittany ( Offline)
- Published: December 21st, 2016 03:26
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 33
Comments3
WELCOME BRITTANY ~ Thanks for a very fragrant first poem ! Flowers and Gardens are good analogies for life ! We grow and flourish then fade and die ! But thank GOD we all have our moments of BEAUTY ~ just like a rose ! I often imagine I'm a tree ~ sometimes a proud ENGLISH OAK ~ but at other times a WEEPING WILLOW ~ due to the vicissitudes of LIFE & LOVE ! Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN (UK)
Welcome to MPS! Beautiful poem! Lovely imagery. Thanks for sharing.
AWESOME
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