- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Spring Blossoms
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I look at the carnations growing beside my window
Their subtle fragrance weaving through the curtains,
Unseen lace on gingham and cotton.
I remember the day you planted them - upon my request,
Your beautiful hands tenderly molding earth and clay,
Gently laying fragile shoots in cool damp soil,
A half smile on lips that had just kissed mine.
You said my flowers may not bloom in time for spring,
And that I should have chosen daisies,
But because you loved me, you hoped to see
A row of pink and white hues come May.
The curtains flutter as the breeze whispers warmly.
They are in full bloom now, our row of carnations,
But you are not here to share their colors with me.
Friday, February 17, 2012
- COMMENTS
29wordsforsnowover 3 years ago@)-->--
As an admirer of flowers and amateur gardener - some survive a second year - your description took my like a breeze to this garden, go through the grass like a playful gust and like the lull of the wind hold still to see that moment the seed is sown for his blossom of love, for his love to bloom.
And, oh, what a melancholic moment at the end!
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