Where have all the Flowers Gone

by Maple Tree   Dec 5, 2016


Within a brisk moment
her eyes fluttered
like an orchid during
a dawn, awakening.

One flower in the midst of
a society born only to be
roses; pruned with elegance.

Her petals were torn by harsh winds,
periods of drought filled her veins and
there were times when the sun played
peek a boo with her anxiety.

A thistle may have spiny edges
but she and the moon played darkness
like a grand symphony of emotions.

The flowers have since passed on-

but the weed survived within a barren
field of memories, her sorrow
feeds the untouchables, forget me knots
and the dandelion dusting upon
a smiling chin.

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  • 7 years ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Okay Andrea, i think everyone has said everything i wanted to say!
    Well done is all thats left! this is amazing.

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, this is just lovely! There's a lot of "weeds" that truly are beautiful and far more resilient than those hot house beauties. Loved this!

  • 7 years ago

    by stormingdance (Lessa)

    Touching and thought provoking. Thanks for sharing.

  • 7 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Andrea, this is intense drawing upon raw emotion and channeling it right here.

    Well done, another gem. X

  • 7 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Freakin hell syrup!! I love you nature pieces so much, and i always love your metaphors, in this piece you have used them to maximum effect and effortlessly your writing never seems forced or rushed and almost always is relatable as s**t! Awesome write!!!

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