Eternally Beautiful

Exploded,
Riotous colour,
Petals bright as sunshine,
Splashes of scarlet,
Run ragged
To the heart
Of the flower head.
Momentary beauty
For appreciation,
Soon to lose
It’s fresh bloom.
A living, dying flower.

Youthful and pretty,
Gasps of admiration,
Desirable, desired,
Daunted.
More than a moment
Passes.
Weeks, months, years,
Eternally beautiful
Inside.
Bloom withers
But
Soul survives.

by Lindsey Priest

Comments (1)

Beautiful poem Linsey, it's like a metaphor for life. Your body gradually withers but your soul remains youthful. Well done. Andrew 10!