I was planning to bring you flowers
But they fade and die
You no longer see living plants
In a garden
Or a park
So
I brought you something more lasting
Unusual
A purple tinged succulent
In a glass cube
Transparent
You can see the soil
The moss and roots
And then I saw the flower
Of a bruise
On your temple
The blossoming
Swelling
On your cheek
You are the flower
That needs tending
But my hands are tied
Like the bunch of flowers
I didn’t bring
© Kim M. Russell, 2016

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Beautiful metaphor. You are so talented!
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Thank you. 😊
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Reblogged this on INK AND QUILL and commented:
Stirred my emotions. Simply beautiful poem, by a beautiful poetess! xxx
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Thank you for the reblog, Jen, and for such a lovely compliment 🙂 xxx
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You’re welcome honey! You deserve a lovely compliment! 😘❤️
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