Here is a poem I wrote, let me know what you think (I'd really like to know). Alive and beautiful Free and wild Life was plentiful She was a child Strived to live Now merely exists No longer gives Just mournfully sits Was this her fate She tilts her head No longer waits For she is dead.
Well, I like short poems. Concentration is a helluva lot more fruitful when its space is defined. You go quickly between this vibrant spirit and this disanimated thing. A little explanation is in order. That should be worth four to six lines. Challenge yourself. You can do it!
Thanks for all of your feedback. Like Osiris said the title explains it all. I wrote the poem because I think it's a shame to pick flowers and put them in a vase, sure they might look pretty but eventually they will die. So my poem describes this process.
Ditto with what all have said here; it's quite the beautiful peace! Thanks for sharing, and keep em coming!
This is a similar poem I wrote about 3 roses in a vase on my nightstand: pale lady crawling out of her pale room so fragile cut off from life she still smells sweet blooming from her tragedy living the day as it may be her last the time is coming
