Bouquet

Bouquet

Yellow and purple little flowers
Holding them with your bruised hand
Run to me and hand me over the bouquet
We will have a small banquet

You were sick in bed for a month
I missed seeing you under the sun
I missed kissing you until I felt numb

You were stuck in the bed for a month
You suffered much pain
You screamed like you were insane

But, the warmness of the sun broke your curse
Holding little flowers with your bleeding hand
Run to me and hand me over the bouquet
We will have a special banquet


2/19/2017
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/bouquet_877318

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Date: 4/8/2017 4:46:00 AM
Your poem pulsates with rejuvenating imagery!!! Congrats Felicia, for your placement in the contest!! ;-)
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Date: 2/19/2017 4:41:00 AM
Splendid. I love it.
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Felicia Jarvis
Date: 2/19/2017 4:52:00 AM
Thank you, Osamu.