If I Were A Flower

Poem By Ruth Walters

If I were a flower my petals would be fading now,
drooping and withering in the early summer
but if by chance you glanced my way to warm me through,
watered my weakened frame to give me strength,
then I know I would survive to see the Autumn.

Strange that it should be this way for summer
lends itself to life and love and laughter.
Here in this hole where all is dark and pained
all laughter is stifled by the dank air.
No sunlight filters through, no light at all.

I'm cut off from friends and faces I once knew.
Hemmed in by physical inabilities,
dim eyes and ears that hear the nothingness.
The song of silence fills me so persistently,
I hum its tune, remembering life’s symphony.

If I were a flower my petals would be fading now,
drooping and withering in the early summer
but if by chance you glanced my way to warm me once again,
watered my weakened frame to give me strength,
then I believe your love would see me through.

Comments about If I Were A Flower

Drooping and withering in the early summer is common for petals but if you were a flower your petals would shine gaining more wisdom and light. A flowery perception you have brought up into light. We find love and laughter from your splendid poem. As per my opinion a great imagery of perception about a flower is drawn in this outstanding poem! ...10
A free flight of creativity on winged imagination. A brilliant work of art. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
We are like the flowers, we need sunshine, water and affection or we wither an die. The metaphor is well taken in this heartfelt yet sad write of longing, hope and ultimate fulfillment.
Very thoughtful and sensitive poem. Kind regards, Mike
I won't get you TOO excited by saying something foolish like I LOVE you, but if I were there I would assuredly spray you with the garden hose, give you some fertilizer, and force the sun (one of my friends) to shine ALL OVER your pale body! ! ! Nice one. :) bri


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