Expression of feelings once more... though for once patience is involved!
On soft grass I sit,
Blades of grass rubbing against me
Reminding me that I am not
Dreaming, or Dead.
I gently wrap my fingers
around the fragile stem of a flower
Plucking it out of the earth
raising it to smell it slowly.
I took my next step in justified destruction
Placing thumb and index finger
around the first petal, tugging.
Off it came.
Positive.
Tug
Negative
Tug
Positive
Tug
Negative
Tug
Until the petals ran out.
If it was positive, I smiled
If it was negative, I frowned
Either way, moving onto the next flower.
So naive.
Poetry by .Simon
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Written on 2010-01-27 at 21:43
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Pulling at Petals
On soft grass I sit,
Blades of grass rubbing against me
Reminding me that I am not
Dreaming, or Dead.
I gently wrap my fingers
around the fragile stem of a flower
Plucking it out of the earth
raising it to smell it slowly.
I took my next step in justified destruction
Placing thumb and index finger
around the first petal, tugging.
Off it came.
Positive.
Tug
Negative
Tug
Positive
Tug
Negative
Tug
Until the petals ran out.
If it was positive, I smiled
If it was negative, I frowned
Either way, moving onto the next flower.
So naive.
Poetry by .Simon
Read 400 times
Written on 2010-01-27 at 21:43
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