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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Youth Upon my flower I start a bloom My buds come willingly out And about the stem flows water The life breeding source of time I wield time as if I’m the master And my flower holds its precious drops Within my lovely petals, slyly setting Myself up higher than the ground Which holds my flower erect Simply what do I compose myself as If my bloom has not yet developed Straight into the whole bloom myself What do I say to my flower that holds The life of my soul by the water’s edge Where do I groom myself alive To seek the warmth of living As a whole, full bodied entity Where is my truth in life Elder I have seen the flowers traversing From my water bearing bud To my exhausted bloom of life Full of my splendor but fragile Subject to any climate changes And expressly sensitive to the lack of water Which happens more and more During this phase of my tired life I ponder my existence, why now Why do I lean towards death Right at this stage of existence So full and flourishing, perfect, flawless I only seek to live one more day By my beauty, I hope to be free To live with my water, nourishing water To love again, as I did once before Dead No longer am I vibrant, I cease I no longer carry water to my roots I don’t see anything, I feel nothing My roots have all dried up The is no more moisture within me I have no hope of keeping Anyone’s attention, save that of shock The shock of a dead flower before them I shall be removed from this Earth To make room for another bud To come in my place, soon life will return And I will be vibrant once again But now I waste away, to nothingness Russell Sivey Contest: Talking to Yourself Sponsor: craig cornish 6/21/2013
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