You plucked a petal here, a petal there,, coaxed a leaf
from stem, reveled in my high-hoped head.
You became inattentive to our agreements; your hand,
on my heart. A flower always does better where it was born
and in the manner it was loved to life by original gardener.
Perhaps you misunderstood that I was not resilient,
ever green, forever bloom. Your love language to me
was a stream that slackened thirst. You were dew
after my dark nights. Withholding it was reason enough to die.
Author notes
"If you do not give right attention to the one you love, it is a kind of killing. When you are ... together; if you are lost in your thoughts, assuming you already know everything about her, she wills lowly die." - Thich Nhat Hanh
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A contest entry
- 10 Lines or Less - Free Verse - Amaze Me by Cupcrazy.
400 points, ended February 13, 2007, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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We judge others by their actions, and ourselves by our intentions. Learning nuanced needs is hard work, when the concensus is if it is real,valid,right, it will just come naturally.
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So true, and painfully so sometimes.
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achey
and beautifully written
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Ty misselaineous. It does ache...you are right.
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"A flower always does better where it was born"
How beautiful, and true that is. Your write expands the quote, makes it more touchable, and so much more heartfelt. Beautiful work. -
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Ty for stopping by Zayra. I am glad that it struck a note for you.
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Beautifully phrased piece. Loved the emotion and the truth that you wound so well in this piece. Thank you for this fine entry.
Bunny
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Thank you, cupcrazy...some things just need to be written....and not said.
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this is very well done
poignant but the writer has a message to deliver and she does without flinching. I like this a lot.
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Ty Peteskid. Ah, but I flinched with every petal pinch.
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"Perhaps you misunderstood that I was not resilient,
ever green, forever bloom. Your love language to me
was a stream that slackened thirst. You were dew
after my dark nights. Withholding it was reason enough to die."
Sighhh...Ahhh, my Sister of the Mournful Music...How pensive & beautiful this is...I have always said that Love is like a flower; that it needs water, air & light in order to flourish...That it would wilt without nurturing...So lovely...so very sad...Good luck in Bunny's contest, my dear Friend...
Wanda
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After I wrote this I decided that wilting is part of the natural cycle....
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