Comments | shortfuseburnig: I know debris, it covers everything. But still I am in love with this life.

shortfuseburnig

I know debris, it covers everything. But still I am in love with this life.

Jul 25, 2007 13:02

A flower lies abandoned on a winding path of concrete,

Torn carelessly from the damp, satiated earth.

It’s petals are gasping, curling inward

In cowardice from the apathetic gardener.

It is still, and hushed prayers for appendages fill the air.

Leaves wilted from ridicule, stem bent from neglect

It’s only haven is the warm embrace of the sun.

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troutsavedmylyf July 27 2007, 01:29:32 UTC

I really like this. What an interesting piece of nature to personify. I think it is really a pretty perfect symbol of hopelessness and helplessness. It's really so sad. I also do like this plucked flower as a symbol for people who lack control of their lives, although I wouldn't have thought to interpret it that way immediately. But after looking back on it I can totally agree.

And as for you not being able to end anything, you should totally find some time to revisit some of the unfinished writings you have done, because finishing things is good. :)

shortfuseburnig July 27 2007, 02:03:26 UTC

Thanks. I was outside that morning on a cigarette break, and I noticed a smushed daisy next to a crack in the sidewalk. That area of concrete was underneath a huge hanging tree next to my building. All of the symbols fell into place pretty perfectly, so I guess I can't take much of the credit. The image made my part of the job easy :) I'm really glad you liked it.

I would love to end them all, but I know how I am. I would keep finding things I want to change, and nothing would be perfect, and...yeah. I'd be THAT writer. That one that ends up crazy with seventy cats and one too many wool sweaters. And some sort of drug problem.

But I will try my best, as it's all I got. ;)

love, me

troutsavedmylyf July 28 2007, 15:01:00 UTC

I imagined you must have seen a flower that inspired it. But what a common thing to see, and such an uncommon way to think of it. I don't think I'll ever look at a flower on the sidewalk the same again.

P.S. Sorry for calling you Helen Keller last night like a million times. Actually, I guess I'm not that sorry because I laughed to myself when I thought of it and again when I wrote it down... but you know what I mean. ;)