Friday, October 2, 2009

A Flower

A flower blossomed today,
and she spoke in such a way.
She was golden,
and she was brave.
She poked her neck out,
and she careened
in sweet moments of molasses
sprawled upon the ever knoll.
She unfurled just for the Sun,
so garish in his cycle
that he did not take care
to know her depths so arcane
or her deep-rooted stem
before she had to turn and go.
He did not know.
He did not know.

K.A. Phinney

3 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem. It reminds me a bit of the Rose from The Little Prince.

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  2. Why, thank you. I'll have to check out "The Rose."

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  3. You're welcome. You'll find mention of the flower in the book titled 'The Little Prince'.

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