The Flower's Secret

by Mortal Utopia   May 5, 2019


Today, the wind came
to peal my petals back again:
one after the other, as pages in a book
too long and hard to read. So
my sheets of colour shook
and quivered in the withering breeze. And you see,
my past memories - I was hoping
they'd fade with the years, to become
a little less near.
But Wind,
you still open me as hands,
petal by petal, to read me and find me. Wind,
you still sift my colours like sand
to stare deep within me. And so, Wind,
you still
remind me
of the grey, grey guilt I feel.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Shruti

    I missed your writing! And this is so good. As I read this, a dark day comes to my mind somehow with a lone flower in a garden. And then there is the cold wind that makes one shiver. Your description is perfect, I can see the petals falling and it hits in the heart. Perfect metaphor. I can imagine the wind as an unpleasant situation in life that triggers so many past memories that you thought you had finally forgotten. And then when everything comes crashing back, all you can do is feel those unpleasant emotions again. It feels like there is no escape, but nothing lasts forever.
    Great poem. Enjoyed the read!

  • 5 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    I like this. Some days are like any others, whilst just a few bring more than just wind.

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