Budding love
In a single heart
Nectar of a flower
New petals forming to start.
Fragrance of love
Touch softer than my own.
Blooming perfectly,
But the flower remains alone.
How gorgeous its colors
Of indescribable beauty
No objects to fight with
No stems ruptured feuding.
The scent from the flower
Ambrosia to all
Standing straight and sure once
But now starting to fall.
Why has God
Given this look to one which won't be admired.
Why can noone see
This beauty's light being fired?
Why be perfect
If no gardener's hand strokes it's leaves?
Why be grand
If not accompanied by more plants or trees?
Poetic is this symbol
Of joy which dwells in sorrow.
For it's beauty will fade
From the hands of tomorrow.
And because no one saw
This once splendid thing,
No one acknowledged
It's existence or being.
It will die alone
With no vase to rest in.
No person smelling
The beauty that had been.
So which is better
Think long and hard
Average among many
Or perfect and bared?
Sheltered from the
Look only another could share.
Think about that question
And wonder was it really fair?
When you feel only normal
With no particular glow
Remember this story
And among your flowers, bloom and grow.
I don't pretend to "know" what Nichole was trying to say, but I feel like this one is saying don't isolate yourself. It is better to let those who love you help you along the way. It says to me, you bloom and grow when with people, and will wither and die if you try to stand alone.
If you enjoy reading Nichole's poetry, you would have LOVED talking to her in person! She was such a colorful person and could articulate herself so well. I am very interested in what meaning you take away from this poem. If you don't mind, maybe you could just write me a line or two telling me what you think she was saying here.
Thank you so much for accompanying me on Nichole's journey so far. It would mean so much to me if you could take a moment to comment or vote.
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Words a Mother Never Heard (Wattys2016)
PoetryA young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman c...
