An Influx of Petals

That day, I adorned a flower

with bows made from the stems

of sweet posies picked straight

from your garden,

their petals singing in the spring

of a new beginning,, whistling

tunes of tragedy and death

while my flower stood alone:

a symbol of love and

sweet affection.

I gave it to you on that very day,

and you held it carefully, anxiously,

as if it were capable of murder,

and perhaps it was, but only

from the accidental brush

of a venomous thorn wrapped

naturally 'round the flower,

as my posies were.

Each petal sparkled proudly within

the confines of your gaze, your

name dyed gently into its silky skin,

but 'twas not your name etched into

each petal that you perceived,

but rather a series of whispers,

each mumbling a distinct pattern

of “he loves me” and

“he loves me not.”

You were so fragile as you

plucked, so slowly, each petal

delicately, one by one, smiling

daftly at the “he loves me,”

and cringing at the latter,

until finally the last petal remained,

crooning the conclusion of
“he loves me not.”

And so I left.

Returning only the next day

with another flower that mimicked

the prior perfectly,

that led to the same

damned song of

“he loves me not.”

And so I left once more, and again

every day afterward, for I had returned

every morning with another perfect

flower, wrapped with the same posies

of your garden, watching lovingly

as you plucked the same petals,

day after day after day.

Oh, lost in the routine of a

tradition that's lost its meaning,

when are we to drown in this

ocean of petals?

~ 15 January 2014 ~

Author's Note

I do not claim ownership of the photo; photo is courtesy of "purplerainistaken" of Deviant Art.

Reviews

[VelvetRosetta]

Your writings are unique, i like how your mind works and it plays out well in your poetry. Routine and longing....made me think on how so many who are "in love" fall into this same routine and longing. Seems one is never satisfied.
Not sure why just yet but for some reason your first two lines stand out at me.
Was a pleasure to read.

[Tai Ryens]

Spot on, Velvet, I thank you kindly for the review.

[VelvetRosetta]

Very welcome.

[BlackRose]

Unique and creatively beautiful penned err typed piece, but oh so sad. Kept me reading till the end hoping that they would finally get a break and they would finally have that love after all. Very much enjoyed this piece.

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you, BlackRose, I hope they do as well.

[BlackRose]

Your very welcome. I guess somehow, somewhere they just might...

[Ghost of Jupiter]

This is so sadly beautiful... The lost hope of love as the ocean of petals swirl and drown you was such a heartbreaking but lovely image. I was immersed into this woeful story right away with the way you so artistically crafted your words. I have to say I love this...the symbol of the flowers and petals such a soft whisper of forlorn love. Gorgeous poem!

[Tai Ryens]

Ah, thank you, K, I'm flattered.
Sent a friend request, by the way, I would like to catch up on reading your pieces as they're all so enthralling when I've finished with a few projects.

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Of corse, I would love to keep up on your writing as well, I seem to really connect to them. :) thank you for the invite!

[paul sal.....]

I feel sorry for the posies loosing all there petals, how will there colors react? and what's left of the garden and, what happens to love if there are no flowers left? The garden will survive if the plucking ends on "loves me".......really liked, colorful and creative.................

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you for your thoughts!

[Bluefire]

This is beautiful and also I found it a bit funny. You sounded frustrated when the conclusion always seamed to end on a sour note and that whoever was destroying the flowers just kept doing that.
It makes me think of a child giving his mother a flower and this is the result that fades over time.
Well done. ^^

[Tai Ryens]

Aha, your reviews are always amusing. Thank you, Blue.

[Bluefire]

No problem, always glad to create a smile from a frown! =3

[Frieda P]

I could go a few places with this one, and you changed your name again, I had no clue who you were Tai...reminds me of the ho hum of life we fall into. Waiting for that petal to be the winning one, and not living life to the fullest until all our ducks are in a row, or in this case posies. Kind of creepy posies that are capable of death, those thorns along the way are killers. Always a darkly shade from you pen, enjoyed!

[Tai Ryens]

I believe I missed this from when Cafe was having errors . . .
Anyways, I do apologize, I just felt the urge to revert back to my original derivation of Tai.
And I do thank you kindly for your thoughts, I always appreciate them.

[Baby Ricochet]

You're mellowing out a bit Tai.

[Tai Ryens]

Mm, is that good or bad? I can imagine it being taken either way . . . Nonetheless, I appreciate your thoughts on my piece. Thank you