You were a sturdy oak,
growing so slowly
only listening closely,
yielded the creak of bark
being stretched by time.
Beside you, I was blossoming,
a flower reaching her roots
into the ground
and the hearts of strangers,
trying to find purpose in my petals,
bursting with firecracker colour
stretching toward the sun and stars
peeking through your heavy bough.
I realised I was waiting,
on the outskirts of this meadow
living in violet shade;
for someone who
observes the sky too,
how it is never the same,
lilac pink then deep blue.
For someone to pluck me
from your quiet side,
because you were ready to stand
for more than a hundred years;
a sleeping beauty without
true love’s first kiss.
Only dead flowers remain the same,
pressed, kept in a frame.
And I was a flower in bloom,
ready to see the world without you.
© Kristiana Reed 2018
I love this line: ‘bursting with firecracker colour”
Beautiful piece.
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Thank you! ☺️ That line was actually a very late addition so I’m pleased you liked it!
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Better late than never is a very fitting statement for this one!!!
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