Law, say the Gardeners, is the sun.
when you rise first with the dawn
you know what it is to be born alone
As the Gardener carves his plants into shape
in hopes of blooming before the fall of night
when the land has but a little goodness left,
clinging to things that fight the sky.
But I, I will learn the way of flight;
to be a flower that knows the law
better than it knows the dirt and dark;
to be a rose in fullest bloom,
its beauty in the fires.
Author notes
Worked myself into an actual form for once. Well, sort of. Each stanza has one more line than the one preceding; maybe not noticeable since the poem is so short, but it's better with the subtlety of the combination of that and the approximate rhyme. Personally, I like it. Makes me think of Dickinson.
-Thefallout
A contest entry
- Index of First Lines by Keith.
525 points, ended March 29, 2008, 25 entries
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Yes, it has a touch of the mysterious Emily about it. I think you have missed a word in line 3: you know what it is to be born alone.
Very mystical. Thanks for entering.
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