Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
comes to life a flower’s worst nightmare
bloomed majestic and hand-picked by the gardener as a semblance of exquisite beauty
its heart desired to end up in a vase
brighten up an alley, a room, or somewhere be fondly placed
maybe even become a reason to mend a fight or augment a child’s smile
settle for a broach on his coat or a decor in her hair
Alas! dreams of being showered on happy occasions withered away
with its newfound fate.
Chosen for a visit to the cemetery
and left behind with the dead, down in the darkness of reality.
Things which get my endorphins pumping – my kids (mom of two), coffee (green tea just doesn’t do), writing (find it a cathartic release), dancing (absolutely, first love it remains), reading (with or without coffee), working out (with my husband as my buddy).
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2 thoughts on “A Flower’s Worst Nightmare – Pallavi”
Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
I sometimes leave wildflowers on my pets (yeah pets) graves in the backyard. I would like to think they have been honored by their picking.