Remember me like a pressed flower in your notebook. It may not be having fragrance, but will remind you of my existence forever in your life. - Unknown ...
A
Streak
of Color Across White Paper
Soon to be a
pressed flower rests
on blank white paper,
fingers compress
trying not to push;
a star-burst of lavender
yellow- the seeping
blood of wet petals.
Slipped inside the dark,
a book on a shelf,
days pass into years,
hidden between pages,
slowly flattened and blend
into a level thin love.
Nature fell from
grace as another season
is forgotten.
A streak of color
across the white paper,
a portrait of one’s wish
is pressed into a moment;
a cold part of a
flower’s breast
replaces the lips of your lover.
TJKG
really nice, love the imagery in here, the books and the petals, nicely done. Strong images.
ReplyDeleteNice ending, nice imagery too. I have written a number of poems about pressed flowers and words.
ReplyDeleteI can SO well picture this. Love the details you included!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem and beautiful image.
ReplyDeletethis reminds me of my daughter...she always collects and presses flowers and then works them into artful envelopes for her school books...so here's a peaceful co existence of science and flower beauty...smiles
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