About the Poem
Love is a wonderful thing, but you can never take it for granted. If you do, you're taking a chance. I wrote this when I felt like a flower, and sure enough, the water didn't come.
The Flower |
| by Diane Blue |
| There's a beautiful flower on the kitchen counter. You adore its simple, but grand beauty. Its only purpose is to please you. Sometimes your life is busy, and you could walk by it thirty times without giving it a single glance. The flower begins to wilt. So you water it, make sure it's in the sunlight. It becomes beautiful once again. If you go too long without tending to it, the flower will shrivel up. You're sad You give it extra attention, care, water, sunlight. Too late. Dead. Love is like a flower. |
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3 Visitor Comments
kelly
Exactly right on!
nicki
your poem rocked dude!
tracy
wonderful, wonderful poem!! exactly how my last relationship died. no attention paid and when he realized it was dyin, he tried to bring it back to life, but too late. very well said
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