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Saturday, June 6, 2009

Pretty In Pink


Photo by Highlander
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Suggested prompt...
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A poem for a flower.


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Harsh words.
Arms fold.
Backs turn.

Feet stomp.
Door slams.
Car drives.

Cry alone.
Hours pass.
Wait up.

Door opens.
Timid steps.
Soft voice.

Trembling hands
Offer flowers.
Peace made.


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6 comments:

...... Bobbi said...

PINK FLAIRS

Her world revolved in ever swirling shades of pink
Lipstick, cotton candy, a Shirley Temple rose
Blush and bashful, flirty and seductive
They called to the very heart of her vain little soul

Never content to be a wallflower babe
Center attention, talk of the town
These were her outcomes from many long hours
Spent honing her craft and shaping it with pink flairs

She enters the ceremony giddy and happy
In awe of preparations for her glowing pink passion
Every eye turns with an "uh" or an "ah" to see
A vision in pink floating down the center aisle

The contract is now signed, sealed, delivered
And she has never looked so beautiful as she does right now
Glowing with love, shimmering in pink, my oldest baby
Is at least the belle of her own ball

Crazy Mo said...

Harsh words.
Arms fold.
Backs turn.

Feet stomp.
Door slams.
Car drives.

Cry alone.
Hours pass.
Wait up.

Door opens.
Timid steps.
Soft voice.

Trembling hands
Offer flowers.
Peace made.

Simply Heather said...

Tiniest little hands, tender to the touch
Pick a pretty flower, loving momma much
Tipple-topple walking, through the grass to find
Momma's little angel, steps for the first time

Hug him up so tightly, moment stands so still
Can it last forever, these moments always will
Memories I treasure, as my little one grows older
Days of firsts and wonder, still live upon my shoulder

Glancing out the window, on this gorgeous summer morn
Remembering those precious days, before my body's worn
Little feet delightful, laughs and eyes a wink
Momma's little angel boy, clutching those flowers of pink

christine said...

Fancy dress at the school fair,
Raising money for new books.
Children parade before us,
The Tin Man, a chimney-sweep.

Pretty Ballerina in white tu-tu,
Painter in blue overalls.
Joyy clown with big red nose
My flower-fairy daughter in pink crepe paper.

No, she didn't win - the judges thought it was a shop-bought costume, whereas I'd spent hours crafting in from crepe paper from the stationery store. Must have done a good job though!

June Freaking Cleaver said...

Pistil, stamen, cross pollination
Science meets God's hand
As the sun streams down on the damp blossoms,
Though recoiling at the rain, helpless to resist its punch.
Now straining to reach the warming beams of the sun.

Cynthia said...

Baby pink ball
bouncing joyful in the wind.
Ah, the smell of Spring!