Death Lingered on Her Breath, a poem

I wrote this piece for the following image.  It was taken by me at the gardens not long ago in winter.  I went back to the gardens this spring, and still saw many of these types of flowers still standing proud.  Perhaps, even this one is still there standing…  It is amazing to see their resilience.

 

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Death

lingered on her breath,

but she withstood

the desire to rest.

Despite the

long-held scent of decay,

she stood still and proud

standing in the autumn sun.

Even when spring

rose from gentle slumber

and greener grasses

formed at her feet,

she sung her own tune

and refused

the inclination to recline.

As other flowers

blossomed and bloomed,

full of life,

she stood vigilant –

pleased with all

that she accomplished

and perhaps

she is standing still,

this impassioned reminder

of beauty’s strength

despite her impermanence.

 

© Sumyanna 2017

 

Written for The Daily Post Prompt: pleased

Funny thing is, I decided I could not think of anything to write with the word “pleased.”  I then sat down instead to write this poem and it popped its head in there anyway!  Love it when things just come together 🙂

 

 

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4 Comments Add yours

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

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