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Death of a Flower

I was saddened 
by the fall, 
petal had become so familiar 
in the last few months ....
petal was in on it all ...
sitting on my window ledge
 her beauty greeted me before the sun ...
and now petal
has fallen!

How did I get to be this sentimental over a petal?

I suppose living and breathing imagery
through my windows
has something to do with it ...

the petals have become a part
of my daily capturing,
they were the constant as the seasons changed ...

the petals shared my sense of being
and belonging to it all.




Comments

joco said…
So know what you feel.
Your "Ode to a Petal" speaks for all life gone.
Still, there will always be another orchid to be admired and celebrated with such loving images.
8 April 2011 at 01:34
Kat Sloma said…
Oh, wonderful. I don't even know what to write because you captured it so perfectly! I love the image where the branch is "holding" the sun.
8 April 2011 at 13:08
rebecca said…
i love the idea of everyday surroundings, yes, even flowers, holding our voices, stories of our lives.

i hope you press the flower....in a favorite book.
8 April 2011 at 15:59
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