flower girl

Of flower girls and weddings.

i was a flower girl at my mother's wedding

so forever more

i have and will remain

the flower girl smiling in lilies

brooding in hyacinths

scorching with daffodil rage

weeping with tulips 

snobbish as petunias

impatient like roses held back by brush

easily uprooted yet resilient

i always grow back with petals

prettier than the last;

rising from the ashes of my defeat

seeming unscathed,

but the fractures of my heart would tell you

otherwise they know all too well how

many rose petals have fallen into

the well of despair or how many yellow

shells have blazoned with fury �"

i blow like dandelion dust everywhere i go

no hope only abandon lingering in my

bones; maybe one day i will spread my roots and

grow lovingly into a flowering tree, but today

is not that day �"

today is the day i bloom entropy

hanging on the backs of every etched star 

in heaven's garden.

- linda m. crate