A FADED BOUQUET

Posted on March 2, 2013 by redcontroversy
A faded bouquet..

A faded bouquet..

Tomorrow does not exist,

It’s today’s brocade.

Rich and beautiful,

A mural on my wall.

 

Reluctant to sleep,

Moments in fast forward.

Between you and I,

A homeless heart empties.

 

Dream weave connoisseur,

Please depart generously.

I received your feast,

Of empty crumbs.

 

There is no surprise,

Only sad recollection.

A faded bouquet,

Of wilted bloom.

 

copyright Es-tee Miller

“We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. We say we love trees, yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid when told they are loved”…

 

About redcontroversy

I'm a stargazing,skywatching,storm loving, sungazing addict. Environmentalist, political blogger, professional photographer, writer, artist...my favourite quote is: "If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive". ~ Eleonora Duse ~ ...my soul is definitely alive.
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4 Responses to A FADED BOUQUET

  1. thoughts and insanity says:
    March 2, 2013 at 1:32 am

    This is amazing, I love that it captivated me, Can’t wait to read more!

    Reply
  2. Jack says:
    March 2, 2013 at 11:17 am

    Beautiful analogy Estee..empty crumbs!

    Reply
  3. tazzzzzzzzz says:
    March 2, 2013 at 11:25 am

    Very nice Red!

    Reply
  4. redcontroversy says:
    March 2, 2013 at 11:12 pm

    Thank you all for your comments!

    Reply

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