Flowers dangling above her,
It's colors pink, green, and brown.
There's nothing but this empty bench beside her.
Petals that once fell now lay on the floor.
An occasional car, an occasional person,
And the wind that swoops up behind them
Brings the petals into a twirl.
The post light shines through the pink.
Oh! What magnificent beauty as it swirls and lights up the street.
Though the motel behind her is empty and dead,
It's nice to know there's still movement, and life, with what's left
Of this broken down place.
Vines hugging the building, a flower tree above,
But not another form of life within those paper walls.
As one last vine crumbles down,
To the ground another pink petal falls.
I do especially love the image you create here. I love how nature can beautify any place. Keep writing-it appears you have a love for the craft! ~Christine
Your writing is heartfelt and painful, something that I could connect with. Your metaphors are really clear and you have a comfortable way with words that the reader feels immediately.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the images you build there lead the reader into a silent subtle grief...nicely drafted piece Nathali...thanks...10