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I found
This rose
Sitting idle there
Among the marigolds
This rose
Sitting idle there
Among the marigolds
It inclined its head
At me
Regally, expecting
Me to bow down
At me
Regally, expecting
Me to bow down
With a smile
I cut
The stem
And pocket the rose
I cut
The stem
And pocket the rose
Walking away
Whistling
A tune
As the rose pouts.
Whistling
A tune
As the rose pouts.
I liked the gentleness of this poem despite the violent act of clipping it. I also liked the idea of a rose considering itself royalty.
ReplyDeleteThis is so perfect... Beautiful...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ruby! :)
DeleteThis reminds me of the flower in book The Little Prince, who also thinks very highly of herself and sulks a lot.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Oh, yes. That's a good observation. :)
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