We were something like
daffodils in the spring,
yellow and fresh,
ready to glide free of
the heavy black earth.
We found our heart-shaped
bulbs tangled together,
and the sun on our open lips
made us glow. But
you wouldn’t smile before
winter came, and together
we wilted. Don’t you know
that these deep-rooted bulbs
are meant to hold sugar?
A contest entry
- Saturday Morning Coffee Break Quickie 10/AT LEAST 10L/30m by poet2angels.
475 points, ended November 24, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This is beautiful! What a great interpretation of the prompt. The last lines are a wonderful expression, "Don’t you know
that these deep-rooted bulbs
are meant to hold sugar?" Good luck in the contest!
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This is unique and so lovely...I am smiling at this poem
Lynda
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prompt is:
""We cannot really love anybody with whom we never laugh." -- Agnes Repplier
or
the pic above
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