The Silent Garden

Blowing in the breeze 
I bob and bow and flex my leaves
I am a garden
For all to admire
The one you visit often
You see my beauty, 
I never say a word.
You could have visited
And enjoyed my genus,
But you plucked out the 
Strongest and most beatific.
My benignity 
Overwhelmed wisdom
As your wisdom showed itself sallow 
Next to the colors that emoted 
From your emotions. Red all red.
Out of control you have
Selfishly removed me.
Never do I recover;
As you Placed me in a vase, 
with stale water and no sunlight. 
I withered under your care.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Duncan Avatar
April 21, 2017 at 7:13 PM
Nice write, I think of the flower dying when I think to pick it. I wrote one called Secret Garden :)
Acquah Avatar
March 9, 2018 at 9:17 PM
Awesome.!
Vaso Avatar
December 4, 2016 at 5:26 PM
So well expressed, I have always been of 2 personalities when cutting flowers, one who admires beauty while I murder it! Loved this poem!
Acquah Avatar
December 4, 2016 at 6:25 PM
thank you for reading and commenting
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