Curiosity killed the little flower.
Transplanted, she missed the wind on her petals & dew on her leaves.
Feeble, she bent under unwelcome weight of sadness & loss.
One day she wondered what it would feel like to break free,
to run back to safety & shove her roots back in the cool, damp ground.
Risking it all she broke her porcelain confine & ran toward the sun.
Author notes
Prompt: Escaped into Life by adeadrockstar @ deviantart.
A contest entry
- You have two choices. by Never Fall in Love.
750 points, ended November 11, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Good ... I just think you need to break the lines more often.
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Thanks for the critique.
I loved the prompt!
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seriously krista, you fucking rock, hands down.
i like the picture:]
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Teehee Thanks ^_^
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oh muh gawd! YOU STILL FUCKING ROCK! XD
it's soooo much better. no offense. i like it either way. but still, this just made me get the most vivid of images. Is chris the sun? -
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Thanks.
The sun refers to home in general, which, yes, includes Chris.
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