It seems like Light Years ago
That sweet innocence
Like a flower in the bud
Growing in new existance
Fresh and un-flawed
Beauty and angelic substance
In the Garden unmarred
Basking in the sun with no resistance
Where oh where did i go?
It all happened so fast
One day i was pure growing tall
The next-plucked way to fast
Put in a vase amongst other flowers
Of equal or very close age
Devoured by eyes of the lusty Gardners
My innocence turned into rage
A day passed-perhaps two
Time was really irrevelant to me
Every day was the same for us all
Fresh water-and slow death agony
I felt it come upon me
Like the goodness was draining me dry
Loosing all of my substance
Bending over i knew i would die
Ragged and wilted i fought
As the others alongside of me
But resistance proved to be no assistance
The day the innocence in me was set free
And into the trash we all landed
Despairing our very last breath
My petals no longer like velvet
But a dried mixture of long fought floral death!
I loved this piece of yours ma'am and i really invite you to read mine as i would like to learn more from you. thank you. regards, Ritika
Why thank you Ben, and Ana, and i am sorry Ana, that i amjust now reviewing my stuff. All of the comments are so greatly appreciated. Blessings, Theo
Amazing how you carry the comparison throughout all the phases even after the flower is picked and until it is thrown into the trash. Wonderful insights.
Great work...I like the analogy as a flower...very clever! Top marks! -Michael
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Regret for what once was and can never quite be again. Excellent use of metaphor, Theodora. Kindest regards, Sandra