For The Flower Whose Petals I Stole Poem by Not Long Left
For The Flower Whose Petals I Stole
This is for you my gentle flower
whose petals I stole and crushed
Leaving you naked and exposed.
An act of selish mortal lust.
Those soft scented petals
taken without a thought or care
Stipped of your enchanting beauty
upon a bed of grass you stood bare.
How strange you looked;
Like a head without a face.
Useless now, the insects moved on
Looking for other petals to taste.
Once a delicate dancer
now a lonely senseless stem.
Outshone by those around you
like a ring without its gem.
A month and a full moon or two
later, I returned to the place of pillage;
There you stood in defiant beauty-
The queen of the flowered village.
Sensing your fear and unease
I decided to admire from afar
This time my sweet little flower
I shall watch you like a star.
A gorgeous poem of deepest regret and also joy with a new found understanding of the Flower whose petals you plucked! Stole seems so one sided, it takes two to tango you know? lol I love it. A favorite. Such flowers do regenerate magnificently when tended with loving care. Smiling broadly, Tai
'Delicate dancer' 'ring without its gem'-wonderful language. Thoughtful composition on how we sometimes destroy beautiful things and then regret it. Kudos!
A lovely, visual poem with some cracking similes. Also, as regards the rhyme, Vincey, you've come on in leaps and bounds: they are elegant, meaningful, and gentle. And I was lifted by the restoration of beauty and growth that you have worked into the final two stanzas. All in all then, a highly enjoyable piece of writing. Love, Gina. PS: Was this piece of writing inspired by today's smiling sky? : -)
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I would like to translate this poem
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Oh Vincent, what a lovely poem so moving, The confessions of a petal plucker. Shame on you, but I'm sure you went back just to apologise. Lovely read too. Love Ernestine XXX