This poem was inspired by a Georgia O'Keefe painting. Enjoy ;)
She used to dance
The cool spring breeze
Whispered through her petals
A flowing gown of pure white
Moves to the tune of the wind
Drops of sparkling dew
Tears of euphoria
Decorate her rosy cheeks.
No longer does she enjoy her freedom
Listen to the bluebirds
Whistle through the shady leaves
Of the trees above
Or feel the wind
Gently stroke
Her snowy petals
Torn up roughly
Planted and replanted
Cut and trimmed
Then SNIP
Stolen from her home
Snatched away by greedy hands
Who think not of how she feels.
Innocence tainted
Grass-green leaves
Stripped from her stem
Until only two remain.
Long pieces of sky-blue ribbon
Soft and silky
Became her chains
Hold her captive
From the world above.
A clear crystal vase
Allows her only glimpses
Of her former dwelling
Taunting her
Mocking
Keeping her from happiness.
White trumpet flower
Softly, sadly singing
Locked away
Her beauty kept hidden from the world
Longs to be set free.
She waits
Patiently
To hear the bluebirds whistle haunting tunes
To feel the pitter-patter of raindrops
Against her tender leaves
To bask in the warm glow
Of sunlight once again.
And yet she lies here still
Strangled by her sky-blue ribbons
Among her wilted sisters
Who met their fate long before
She was but a tiny seed.
She waits to be rescued
But sighs
Knowing her freedom
Will never arrive.
Slowly dying
Wilting
Drying up
Her once beautiful face old and wrinkled
Long forgotten
Only a simple fading picture
Pressed within the book
That contains
Life's never ending story.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryJust a few poems that I wrote when I was in a depressing mood. I take requests for new poem topics. Enjoy :)
