The When of Flowers
poem by:
Elizabeth Ladji
Written
on Feb 10, 2015
The When of Flowers
A falling star,
across the darkening sky
listening to the aching silence,
finally he spoke of love.
She could only weep bitter tears,
for her life was over.
He dived into the sea
in streak of movement,
a blur of white and silver,
as the sapphires bloomed into flowers in the grass.
The last of the dying light.
The pearls became flowers,
a ghost who wears perfume.
Tags: sad, love, dark, imagery,
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Estes Dotani commented:
Lovely rhythm explains love is always sacrifice.
Christopher Russon
commented:
Lovely written poem.Very poetic.
