Oct 2010
As I walked, I spotted
On the ground in the cracks
Of cement, a flower.
A ****, yes, but a flower
Nonetheless. It was trampled flat
Though still alive, reaching a leaf
For sunlight, help. I went by.
Yet still it hangs on my mind.
Still I see it reaching out,
Crying, wondering what it did
To deserve this. It remains like
The lost child: unsure, panicked, dejected.
As I walked, I spotted
On the ground in the cracks
Of cement, a flower.
A ****, yes, but a flower
Nonetheless. It was trampled flat
Though still alive, reaching a leaf
For sunlight, help. I picked it
And put it in a vase.
On the ground in the cracks
Of cement, a flower.
A ****, yes, but a flower
Nonetheless. It was trampled flat
Though still alive, reaching a leaf
For sunlight, help. I went by.
Yet still it hangs on my mind.
Still I see it reaching out,
Crying, wondering what it did
To deserve this. It remains like
The lost child: unsure, panicked, dejected.
As I walked, I spotted
On the ground in the cracks
Of cement, a flower.
A ****, yes, but a flower
Nonetheless. It was trampled flat
Though still alive, reaching a leaf
For sunlight, help. I picked it
And put it in a vase.
This was actually the original idea that I had conceived before writing the poem "The Flower." My issue was that I felt that this particular piece would not invoke much thought, whereas the other seemed to make the reader want to ask "Why that flower? Why not the first?" I still feel very touchy about this and am unsure as to which I like better: this revised version that was the original idea or the first written version that adapted and evolved as I wrote.
Comments as to your own personal thoughts are much welcomed and appreciated, and I would love if you gave your own opinion on which you like more. Thank you very much! Happy reading and writing to all!
Comments as to your own personal thoughts are much welcomed and appreciated, and I would love if you gave your own opinion on which you like more. Thank you very much! Happy reading and writing to all!
