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He was made of paper flowers





Every day he produced a lone flower to brighten up my day
Presenting it like a magician
Clutching the stem so delicately
As he would clutch me
It would always rustle in my hair
The scent always caressed my soul, to replace his arms
When he wasn’t around


Until he produced a box with millions of paper flowers inside
Said one day he had cut them
And each day he would stick green sticks of plastic to the paper petals
And give them to me to make my day

Am I your fake flower too?
My voice made the flowers inside the box rustle.

But I cared for you, he tried soothing me. I spent a whole day cutting
Those flowers so that they would last
A lifetime.






The crumpled and torn paper flowers scattered across the floor are the only things left of him.

















Author notes

I give credit to this picture:
http://addy-ack.deviantart.com/art/Flowers-140330901
Sorry, not one of my best poems. It's probably more like prose.

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  • this told a sad and intriguing story. i enjoyed reading it. =}

  • hezakiah
    November 8

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    I like the intriguing story this poem weaves. I see it as representing missed communication and I feel for both the protagonist and the antagonist; what she sees perhaps as a shallow gesture could have been a grand gesture of commitment on his part. But, alas, perhaps they were incompatible.


    • Ms.Daydream
      November 8
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      I like the way you comment about the protagonist and the antagonist. I haven't really thought of it that way to be honest. Thank you very much for the comment. =)


  • catz Moderators member
    November 3

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    Your poem paints its own picture. There's an old song titled "Paper Roses" which your poem reminds me of, about imitation roses and "imitation love". I think it was recorded by Lorreta Lynn but has since been recorded by others... Marie Osmond and Anita Bryant among them.

    Anyway, back to your poem... it's quite good and reflects the emotions felt by love found to turn out fake.

    Good writing and I wish you good luck in the contest

    Dee

  • great

    The picture certainly inspired you, I can tell.
    Thanks for sharing and entering. Good luck.
    Brian

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