The bouquet of love
is withering in the corner,
there in the darkness,
shoved away from the centre,
where it once bloomed
with such luxuriance.
There is a scent
to its fading,
a scent like hay
or pot pourri.
Surely you will notice.
Surely you will come
to this dark corner
and sniff the crushed petals
of an old love.
It's not the same
but it's a vestige
to stir what we once had,
not passion but sweetness
something to treasure.
A contest entry
- My love... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended December 23, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
So, what's your opinion of this?
Comments
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yes so honestly you shared the soft feelings of the heart with a graceful poetic journey here ..love it..amany thanks for this work..
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Indeed something to treasure..this is really a beautiful story you have made available here with so much depth ..love it..well done..
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You just get better, I love the idea behind this and the image of the flowers 'off to the side'. good luck in the contest with this wonderful poem.
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