interpretation

Reader The Judge

 

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Fact and fiction 

Are two different things,

But under the poet's pen...

Lies carry no wings.

 

Interpretations can be many,

And one's soul will take flight,

There is no wrong,

There is no rite.

 

One's own emotions become putty

In plain sight,

Is it right?

Each one to find their individual truth

Brings individual darkness,

Light.

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 
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HERE LIES, A FLOWER

THERE ONCE WAS A SEED

PLANTED BY STRANGERS

SO THEY MET

THE FLOWER GROWS

UNTIL IT ROOTS

ITS EARLY LIFE IN SPRING IS ITS MOST RICH

IN THE SUMMER IT DEEPENS

Come Fall It Starts To Fall ILL

It Fights To Stay Strong

But The Strangers No Longer Care

They Want To Plant New Seeds

Of A Different Kind

Or Tend To Flowers From Their Past

As winter begins they think of it now, and again. Remembering pain.

As it progresses it wilts more and more

As it wilts the pain softens.

Beginning to crumble at the touch

until it is no more

nothing but remains

to become a part of the ground

deeper underground

HERE LIES, A FLOWER

WHO WILL RISE AGAIN

BY TWO STRANGERS

         
     Sharmaine Marie
NOV 5 2012 5:17 PM

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I just felt like writing this. Got the idea from my cousin when she said "A flower is born" im not a professional poet or anything. But i like to write them sometimes. Open for interpretation. I thought of love, or a relationship rather.

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