Tiny Flowers
I will not be patient with you,
You, tiny flowers.
You’re wet and you spoil my day.
I’ll return to you at evening’s rising
When dryness again may muster strength
I’ll beat around already broken bushes before I pick your petals again!
You dry, lonesome petals,
Selfish flower.
You thought you were the only one who could dream
With pretty petals caressing the sand
But I dream of a world
With no flowers
Or at least
No more tiny,
Selfish flowers.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
