The Plucked Flower
Such a bold stalk he plucks
as he makes his way along
the boulevard of dreams
leaving a swath-damaged sashay
and split-petaled lingering perfume
for all who'd chance to view
the faded flowers wantonly askew
and purple majesties in a stew.
Perchance he might even lure
the wont of another blushing youth
who'd take aim and effectively cure
the lie that doth endure:
That a careless plucking
and innocent breach in homage
to even the fairest of fair lass
would pardon the ruin
of a dying beauty.
July 30,1993
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very amazing expression shared on life and death. Wisely penned definitely.10