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I Am A Flower
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I Am A Flower |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA 
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 I Am A Flower You stand in awe of my serenity of beauty still, you refuse to understand the heart of me although, I am honoured to be placed on your pedestal, I am not meant to be a centerpiece in your dungeon of sorts You buy me at a corner-store florist paying them mere dollars for doing your dirty work - the deed of plucking me from the safety of eden only to display me as your property as I blend into flaunted obscurity I am a powerful majesty of the earth, yet, in the hands of man, I am helpless, I surrender to your pleasure, one, that has the attention-span of a child - desired, then neglected and forgotten, so, here, I fight with all my might to stand erect in this comatose pose, mute...unable to scream or swim in this vase of chemical water that cruelly preserves my slashed stem and tattered nerves of roots for your sadistic bouquet of me I was created to inhale dawn's dew to sway in the summer sunset of fireflies, I am flesh of green, beauty of seraphim, fragrance of rainbow pallette, simplicity to a complex garden of the universe, I breath, I feel, I live, yet, pluck my leaves, solitary and I suffocate to black and brown of sorrow in your Winter Do not worship me, I am not to be owned or hidden 'neath your shrine of mortar, brick and glass, sure, a few may gaze at my ballet of stance for a passing second, but, I am nothing, I am but a knick-knack of petals clinging to an unattainable hope of freedom taunted by the realization that the tick-tock of the clock defeats away the hours until my final days of wilt My silence strums a thousand melody of words, yet, you choose to sing only yours... in blind admiration of my marvels you fail to see life from my perspective, did you ever pause to wonder if I wished to be stolen from my paradise to amuse in this passive delusion? Did you ever stop to ponder if the tables were turned... Release these invisible strings from my soul, I was never meant to be just yours, alone, simply because something is silent does not mean that it does not weep within... Once I have succumb to slumber of dark you dispose of me in a can of trash and meaningless things, sure, you can easily plant the seeds of my reincarnation to continue this jaded circle of life so, that I may re-live the same fate as ancestors before, and, I will bloom once more to service you and your offspring to face the same inevitable truth No, I will not be your flower wilting in a chipped cup, left crippled on a shelf Understand, that I am a flower and you are not God By Melissa Honeybee [This message has been edited by Melissa Honeybee (edited 06-17-2001).] |
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Eye Junior Member
since 2001-06-10
Posts 28Outside Looking In |
NOt sure quite how to reply to this. The angst it screams undeniably, yes it catches the reader's attention. Hoping it has served as catharsis and defintion for you. Sometimes the word upon the page can lead one to paths unseen any other way. In that spirit write on. |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
That's just why I seldom put my roses in a vase, because than, they will live only for another two days. love your poem. Titia A rose is a rose is a rose...I guess... |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Yikes...I shall now go stand in the corner! A good write but you got me! ~*~ Remember to tell someone today that you love them as tomorrow may never come ~*~ |
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Poeminister Senior Member
since 2000-02-26
Posts 1862Regina SK; Canada |
Powerfully written piece. Well done! |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed your poem Melissa...James |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Well written Melissa....powerful and insightful piece! The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
Wow Melissa, you've really dug in deep for this one. . . The idea that you are are flower, not meant to be kept for the delight of just one, but that you are meant to be shared and loved by many, and to spread that love to others shows through here very well. . . But also, I see that you would like to be kept, but not really. Does that make any sense? Not necessarily in a vase, but in something that is flexible, something that lets you be yourself, but that also gives you something to come back to. So, how did I do?? There's a lot going on here Melissa, I may have to read this one again to try to get all the things that you're saying in this. Wherever you're getting these from. . . keep going!!!!  ------------------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
First, I just want to thank everyone who has replied to this type of poem! I truly did not expect this many replies Honestly, I am unable to say what specific situation or emotion I am speaking of, because there are too many, I just felt the need to use this metaphor to express some overwhelming thoughts in my head, and yes, Sven, you hit the bullseye closest (I love your response), and even then, I am speaking of so much more in my life, both very simple and complex. I wrote this poem to convey so many themes and messages, I'll just leave it up to the reader to decide how it should touch them or make them think. I came home from work last night and realized that the red carnation in the kitchen vase has long sinced wilted and is so tattered and brown now, and I realized that it was such a wasted existence only for a week of a human's pleasure, and then I thought of myself...and this poem poured out. I suppose that sometimes with beauty, if you alter it's natural state, ugliness is the result, as punishment for such selfishness Thank you for reading! [This message has been edited by Melissa Honeybee (edited 06-17-2001).] |
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MyEnchanted_Melody Senior Member
since 2001-05-30
Posts 1106across the land of dreams. In your heart, I'd always be. |
Dear Melissa....... A truly lovely and touching poem...... I've loved all the replies you got here and certainly what you said in your reply. I've always looked at flower and roses as a symbol for us and our fragile life....... Thank you dearly for sharing this......  ****************************** It's only me.......only me |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (sigh) That's right, never let anyone treat you like a complement to a living room or some houseplant they hang on the patio of their heart, you are a true flower of love to us all and deserve the most beautiful love and respect always! (kiss on cheek) This is a powerfully sensitive and heartfelt poem, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Melissa, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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