Thursday, August 19, 2010

A Golden Lady

I thought, should I pick her and take her home?
Or should I leave her where she was born?
Should I let people smell her or tell them to leave?
Is she there to remind us of beauty and love?

I thought, should I pick her from ground so low?
Should I count the petals eenie meenie meinie moe?
Should I tear them off asking if he loves me or not?
Tell me Golden head, what are your thoughts?

The flower looked up into the sun
Her flowery scent was blown by the wind
The flowers all crouched and looked up to her
I couldn't pick, a golden lady, in prayer.

A Lady's Life


George said...

This is a beautiful flower and a beautiful poem. I'm glad you didn't pick the flower.

A Lady's Life said...

George - I don't like picking flowers.It feels like you are hurting them in ways you don't understand.I would much rather dig it up with the root and replant it.

Lisa Lectura Creations said...

I love your poem. Thanks so much for sharing a piece of you! I'm also glad you didn't pick the flower either. Have a great Friday! :)

A Lady's Life said...

My Pleasure Lisa
Love your blog as well. :)

SandyCarlson said...

A beautiful thought and beautiful image.