Vase of Peonies - Claude Monet
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written for Sara Jama's Last Petal contest but I'll attempt another write for the contest

every illusion starts with a wish
or a hope perhaps, and mine is this
that I'm the hundreds of petals that remain
and with each petal lost I won't feel this pain
abundance is missed when eyes look to cause
metronomic time spent analysing flaws
to drown silently in the water that sustains
as I ache with longing for summer rains
I'm the bud, the bloom and the over and done
already the rot as my thoughts outrun
my mantra: "I'm more than just a season"
though no defence against logical self treason
anxiety doesn't let confidence embed
craves validation ad infinitum instead
a moment lasts a mere moment until expired
I see it and I feel it and I'm tired, I'm tired...
I'm fully aware these fretful hours I waste
is misspent joy, life unlived and displaced
though reality's gifts I rush to embrace
self loathing kicks in, as is always the case
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2025
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