Tuesday, February 17, 2015

the 2nd month's sacrifice

look at her, how she struggles hard to lift her head, to stay upright. and yet, her strength is waning.  not even the cool water could rouse her up.  she knows the Law will come to pass.  several days from now  she will have fully wilted.

she had been Love's sacrifice.

she remembers that day, the 14th of the 2nd month.   she heard it is a special day for lovers.
she had not fully bloomed but somehow someone found her and clipped her stalk.  A red, silk ribbon was tied to her and together with a box of chocolates a young man's hand gifted her to a giggling young lady.

the young lady gently caressed her smooth, white petals, still in the process of unfolding.  she touched her petals to her nose and inhaled deeply allowing her delicate scent to seep into her being. she heard a soft "Hmmmmm" pass between her slightly parted lips.  she does not know whether young lady did this in genuine appreciation of her but she did hold her carefully between the thumb and forefinger throughout the day occasionally passing her close to her nose to be reminded of her fragrance.

the 14th of the 2nd month, that was indeed a grueling day!

the young man, on the other hand, had been sweet-talking her lady love.  she heard him heaping praises on the young lady's beauty, so fragile, so innocent, so pure as her white petals. she heard him promise his undying love, his unwavering allegiance.  he even mentioned her as the symbol of, the witness to, his love's sincerity.

then, suddenly, the day is done.  the young lovers have left.

now, look at her, White Rose, plucked from the garden. she could never return.  she knows.

she only hopes she will indeed be a symbol of, a witness of, True Love, Sincere Love,

and that this Love will never fade nor wilt,

although she will.

Friday, February 13, 2015

is this Flower lonely?

is this Flower lonely?
is this Flower alone?
no hand had helped to plant it
somehow it suddenly flashed its bloom;

it is a pleasant surprise 
as its pink petals kissed Sunrise

it proved me wrong
my case smothered
assured me i should not be bothered

assured me that
out of drab Regularity
out of boring Monotony
Beauty will Itself reveal!

of course it will just be a moment
'tis but for a short-lived Delight
just for an instant Joy
just for a hum Divine,

else, if Beauty stays,
She will become monotonous 
She will just be regular
she will not be beautiful.