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Gardenia

I am the heart
that broke,
the gardenia that withered
and died
on your window sill.

I prayed
for your love to come
to my aid,
to save me from death,
but I was wrong.

I flowered,
withered and died
in silence,
the agonizing scent
of regret on my final breath.



Poetry by Nathalia
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Written on 2023-01-19 at 07:14

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Nathalia pleased to read your poem,
Gardenia, loved the analogy great read.
Regards Alan.
2023-01-21


D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Taught, neat, not a word wasted.
2023-01-19



A really beautiful piece.
You write with great sensitivity and elegance.
Each one that I have read to date has been compelling:)
Cxx
2015-06-05



This is so sensitive and beautiful:)
2015-04-29


Editorial Team The PoetBay support member heart!
This text has been chosen to be featured on the home page of PoetBay. Thank you for posting it on our poetry website!
2015-04-10


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Longing and beautiful

Elle x
2015-04-09


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Short lines and sad sentiments. Very nicely written and it flows beautifully. My mother would sometimes sing "If You Wear A Little White Gardenia" and this brought back memories of that. Thank you so much.
2015-04-09


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Unlike William's mother, I love gardenias. I also like this poem. It weaves a melancholy trail with clear and focused use of words that leaves me having to feel the poem, which I do strongly.

Joe
2015-04-09


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is another poem of yours which is perfectly paced; wonderful craftsmanship.
2015-04-09



My mother, a southern woman, hated gardenias--because they were the flowers most often planted in cemeteries. Of course, that has nothing to do with you poem, but it just reminded me. I like the flower analogy here and the detail that the plant bloomed before dying of heartbreak and neglect. Great read.
2015-04-09