Ballet dancers
tu tus twirling
Crave the light
petals unfurling
Growing daily
twisting, turning
Facing the sun
daylight yearning
Bright and bold
in vibrant shades
Bursts of colour
that gently fades
Single stems
reach for the sky
Here for a week
they wither and die
Whenever I have been given or even more rarely get flowers for myself I always keep them until I need the vase for the next bunch.. it can be months or years sometimes. In fact I do have a poem related to that which I might eventually post. And even then, I don't actually throw them away I keep the dried flowerheads as pot pourri.
Thanks Aviva, they are not my flowers, I have kept the ones I have until they are at the wither and die stage, not great for a photo.
I feel a poem may be coming from you and your thoughts. Keep painting those nails, I think your fingers safe.... or on safe hands.
Lovely poem and lovely flowers but...
You have made me think and that is not always a good thing when I think. (trust me on that)
'The life of the plant is in the root and stem and what we take and try to keep is just the part that should have made the plant's survival easier - imagine if we were the same way cultivated just to have our fingers chopped off and put in vases by some other species (or even our own!) - I'm going to stop wearing nail varnish just in case. '
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julie callaghan
Fri 22nd Jan 2021 18:59
Thank you for all your likes folks.