A Delicate Flower

I found myself

a delicate flower,

upon the late

midnight hour,

All alone,

with the moon

shining so bright,

I, too, was

all on my own;

something that

we had in common.

It was what allowed

me to meet her,

for the very

first time,

and the very last.

For after I held her

in my hands,

she then wilted,

and withered away.

As white flakes

fell from the sky,

I knew that her stay,

was naught but a lie,

as her fragile life

did nothing but decay,

and I knew, too,

that one day,

so would mine.

Reviews

[Ella]

It's very difficult to 'live in the moment' when all we can do is look forward. We, at times, present ourselves with distant problems which then became present problems because we make them.

Overall you did a great job. Happy to see you continued to write poetry. You definitely are improving!

[Emily]

I love how you started it!!
Keep it up!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest tone and real life in your words. It seem we become more fragile with time and age. I liked how you used the flower. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[dan]

Brian, A great use of metaphor; finding, then losing, the love you have been seeking with which to empty your soul into hers. Very touching and beautiful. Great work, Brian!! take care...dan

[.]

Rez!!! How are you buddy? Long time no see!

This is another beautiful little write. You seem to have an effortless ability to add nature and natural phenomena into your poems, somewhat reminiscent to me of Robert Frost.
Keep them coming. Send me any more review requests, too. My poetry is yours to read if you would like to.

Take care.

[wordman]

nature can show us a lot if we look,snow fades away as we do

[ANTO]

Whilst I'm not sure about the word sulked the ethereal wisp dreamlike feel and the calming effect of this makes this poem one of my favourite reads today Brian.