Time, Flowers and Death

How time passes reflected in the flowers, the cycle of life and death

Flowers

As fragrant as blooming love

Symbolic of a passion

Of an euphoria

Projected by a fantasy

 

Flowers

Beauty on a lease

Of what time’s to offer

Wilts away in the wind

Crumbling down to death

Sooner than it was pretty

 

Appearance of perfection

Gentle and delicate

Only on a borrowed duration trickling by

And when all the life’s trickled away

All that’s left is a fragrant memory

In the folding of the heart

Who once looked upon it

 

Reviews

[Stephanie M]

This is beautifully written. I like the title, and especially the last couple lines of this poem.

[Purbleazaleya]

Thank you for reading!

[sona]

relates to the life ,death and time perfectly.. great use of words

[Purbleazaleya]

Thanks for reading

[sona]

you're welcome

[John Anderson]

nicely penned with a powerful delivery of your words. Well done!

[Purbleazaleya]

Thank you!