Behold the fragile yellow calyx,
Its windswept sepals barely surviving,
Grasping clumsily to a brave flower's fading dignity.
Raindrops, like medals adorn a proud warrior's chest.
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The same mulch patch yields younger soldiers,
Standing strong, though less mature.
Unacquainted with the storm,
Boldly, they post their colors.
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Youthful sentries, the rains shall visit you as well.
Honor the memory of your predecessors.
Lift high your banner, your legacy.
Old soldier, I will remember you.
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9 comments:
Enjoyable post Craver, love the words to a beautiful photo.
Pop and see my Blue post.
very pretty
You're a pretty slow hijacker
beautiful
I appreciate the encouragement, Imac. When I was done, I wondered how my soldier imagery on flowers would be received.
So glad you like it, Nancy. I have seen from your pics that you have an eye for pretty.
All in good time, Susan. I was hoping for a few more participants. If anyone else is interested in a good blogjacking, click on my friend Martin Stickland's link at my sidebar. He is away from the blogosphere, and we are going to take his post and just run away with it.
HennHouse, the pictures of your family are a lot like the pictures from my church. THAT is one thing that I find truly beautiful. Thank you so much for visiting.
My favorite line: "windswept sepals barely surviving"
Yep. I feel like that sometimes.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
You're so handsome
Woo woo woo
So glad you favored that line, Marcus. I was afraid it might be too wooden. But yes, we all know that feeling, don't we?
Brother Greg, get help. Actually Greg, I wouldn't be surprised at all to find that you had some serious poetry in you. Maybe edgy political sarcasm, or perhaps something more reverent, like a contemplation on attributes of the Sovereign Lord.
ah the death of a flower, it' is tragic isn't it? nicely done poem :)
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