Kevin East

Rookie - 6 Points (22 April 1954 / Amersham bucks)

The Flower - Poem by Kevin East

When unknown Gods
Planted the seed,
To blossom
In breathtaking colour and scent.
Such beauty we would always need.
But the flower of love
Always came and went.

Don't crush it in your hand
Don't rush it,
Every second, every hour
But perish
Will your flower.

Now dried.
And dead in Winter field.
For others
Spring time will be revealed.
As fate does wait
The seeds are cast.
We agonise of Summers past.
To dwell and bathe in sunlit dew.
Where once
Our fragile flower grew.

Comments about The Flower by Kevin East

  • Valerie Dohren (4/25/2012 10:17:00 AM)

    The flower of love surely dies - a lovely piece of writing. (Report) Reply

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  • Ramesh Rai (4/5/2012 7:47:00 AM)

    a nice, what u said about a flower. certainly i like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 2, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 28, 2012

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