Girl with Flowers

by dantes85Westmeath, Ireland

Apr 2012 336 Views 4 comments

Girl with Flowers

The girl with the flowers
Walked by
Her bouquet was small, pert
And pretty.
She stared off,
As she walked;
Nonchalantly -
Her fingers forming little spirals
With the ribbons on her bouquet.

Her hair was coloured
A bright Auburn red
She moved with the ease of
Few thoughts in her head
And as I watched her,
I realised with dread,
That the very sight of her
Made me feel dead.

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Posted: Apr 2012

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LadyMorgana60Norwich, Norfolk, England UKApr 17, 2012

This poem made me wonder Dantes..where you dead looking on? or was she? As Bouquet & ribbons, not often seen today.
Just a pondering thought, and enjoyed your poems. Thanks.

elo69santa cruz, California USAApr 17, 2012

good poem...elo..

dantes85OPWestmeath, IrelandApr 18, 2012

@LadyMorgana60 It was me who felt that way, not the girl. She was very striking when she walked by, and as she was passing out of sight, I realised what was striking about her. She represented Life itself - a young woman, a bouquet of flowers, brightly coloured hair. To be more accurate, she represented a version of life that is separate and different from my own. She began to represent missed opportunities, and something beautiful and simplistic that has eluded me in my own particular journey. So in that moment I felt a sense of dread, a sense of death - or a sense of being divorced from that kind of life.
Thanks for your interest.