Flowers Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I’d rather take
This long-stemmed flower
That pries only during
The fortnight
Rather than your prolix garden
Of deceitful flourish.

You’d know a flower
So well with its petals
That gyrate with fire.
The petals yield the
Intense weight of the
Heaven’s reticent cries.
The petals bend
To the gravity
And to every pulling force
Of the preposterous rain.

You’d know a flower,
For it truly breaks
Though it basks
In its fountain of colors.
Even the spurs of life
Are defeated by the revelry
Of a flower’s palette.

I listen to a flower’s subtle
Breaths and I am reminded
Of my nostalgic, little deaths
Inside a bar,
On a bed,
Inside a world that spins
Madly and tossing away
The insipid -
But no matter how
Swarmed I was with frailty
This flower
Of delicate concern
And stable supplication
Remained inside my calloused
Hands, riveted into safety
Within my sound pillars.
I listened as it whispered
In gaiety.
The flower materialized
Into the immaculate sky.

Let me hold this flower
And keep it.
All the others are just
Dried, and vapid
Flowers that know nothing
About how
To be a genuine
Accolade of the world.