This is a poem I wrote about a month ago but I never got around to finishing it. Just wondering if it seems worth finishing to you or not?
The flower Whose head was previously raised in worship of the sun droops it's petals, leaves and stem It slowly shrivels and falls to the dirt
Her entrance into the earth is received calmly, through out time And in her place grows a flower the color of moon light To every passer-by she remind of starlight bright The night becomes the day and the day becomes the night Her brilliance over-whelming as if placed by heaven's hand And out of her shines energy which most don't understand She sits atop her pile of dirt She shines with all her might She glows from side to side by day And top to bottom at night
Who knows if she shines of her own accord or those before her She simply shines with what she has and glows to those who know her Her roots drink life from previous lives As dew drips from her eyes And in her heart she feels the pain of...
lovely imagery..yes, finish...ya cant leave us hanging.. take care,janet marie
you're really alone at last... you're bored and fading fast, if it's true you'll fall from the past all you'll have to do is ask you'll feel but never be you want and always need price you pay for wanting to see will you have all you've ever dreamed... robin wilson