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Wilted

Wilted

A Chapter by Closed
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it was her aroma 
that first captured his imagination 
a pretty flower with round petals 
pink as the flesh 
that lined the inside of his mouth 
and a perfume that begged consumption 

he plucked her from the garden 
that nourished her existence 
‘to have and to hold, 
to love and to cherish’ 
proudly displayed 
until she wilted 

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© 2016 Closed



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Gee
She is not my wife, I have no ownership, she is and will always be her fathers daughter. What I am is grateful, lucky, forever indebted that SHE chose to let me share HER life.
A woman should be afforded the same respect a man would give to his own mother, and treated how he would wish another man to treat his own daughter. Sorry, waffling.
Got to say I do so enjoy your writing.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Closed

1 Year Ago

Well you're very well adjusted and a gentleman. Also, as a father to a daughter it's important you .. read more
Closed

1 Year Ago

Insert 'special' between very and pair.
Gee

1 Year Ago

Ahhh, thank you
When we fall in love with someone's looks it is sure not to last long. Fall in love with a mind and heart it is absurd to be forever.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Closed

1 Year Ago

Yes, I agree. I'm assuming you meant assured of course. That made me giggle. :)
The most beautiful of flowers are the ones that are wild and free, bringing their beauty to all who happen by, Ownership of any kind is the most back handed of compliments, wanting something so much, yet once "got", we imprison them, while wondering why the gleam has diminished from them. True beauty is freedom. No one stops to think what the caged bird sings, as long as it sounds beautiful to our ears. For all we know, that caged bird sings of the pain of being confined. Superbly captured, as always.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Closed

1 Year Ago

It's so nice to be reading your comments again anemone. Ha, I tried to write Nemo and it autocorrec.. read more
Lorry.

1 Year Ago

Maybe that will be what Nemo morphs into next. :)
whether a flower or an analogy for a woman, it is an act of ugliness and selfish possession to "pluck" and own...

only with great care and tenderness can a plant (which may contain flowers) be transplanted form one place to another... but people are not plants no matter how beautiful and aromatic and an unfettered heart is far better than one that is "to have and to hold"...

perhaps I have over stepped in my views here... I just think we destroy way to many things, including way to many women who deserve a much better fate than to be put on a pedestal or "wilted" in some other fashion..

redzone

Posted 1 Year Ago


Closed

1 Year Ago

Nah, no overstepping. :)
It's a very passionate and heartfelt comment.
A very sad ending to the poem. Beautiful flower picked away till alone and wilted. Happens often and leave empty shells. Thank you dear friend for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


Closed

1 Year Ago

Yes, empty shells. Such a great comment. Thanks Coyote. :)
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

Powerful use of words and you are welcome dear friend.
we cannot really love if all we want is for that person to be for show...displayed, and used for our own passions...

it is surely the scent of ruin.

j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Closed

1 Year Ago

so very true, thanks so much jacob!
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This flows with such ease, unfolding like a flower coming to a natural end.
Such a great analogy, I enjoyed this a lot. Starz


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Closed

1 Year Ago

Hi Starz, thanks very much for your comment!
Did she regain her color,
and once again let the beauty shine?

Sorry, can't help myself.



Posted 1 Year Ago


Jon Roggie

1 Year Ago

Don't you know the story of the tortoise? The world rides on our shell.
I am also known as a.. read more
Closed

1 Year Ago

Well at least you're not full of it...
Jon Roggie

1 Year Ago

I spread it around.
Yet in his waning eyesight, his failing senses, she was still that budding of is desires- true story

Posted 1 Year Ago


Closed

1 Year Ago

Thank you, I see you like happy endings.
If only they all were happy. :)
Wondering Mind

1 Year Ago

'But it was only fantasy'- Pink floyd- even true stories :)
Closed

1 Year Ago

: )
That ended perfectly. You built it up to an excellent ending.

Whenever I transplant my plants they always wilt at first. They almost never die though.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Closed

1 Year Ago

You must have a green thumb. I do notice that too though. It's like they're sad to leave and are .. read more
Closed

1 Year Ago

Oh and thank you!
david vicious

1 Year Ago

It's all about Turgor pressure with them wilting plants. Plants never really suffer, they just grow.. read more

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