Evolution of a Flower
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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