Petaled Appeal
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
I send you all of me that bows, both built
To last and doomed to fade, endure and fail,
As flowers that have colors which will wilt,
As flowers that are thrashed by wind and flail
About in storms of rain yet last unharmed
And live to shine on calmly in a day
That waits for them. Those blossoms that are armed
With fortitude of strongest yellows sway
With beauty when molesting tempests strike,
Or made of deepest purples that defy
Attacks, these keep, the blooms which I would like
To give, the asphodel that will not die.
..The asphodel surrounded by dark death
….I offer. Take its fragrance in your breath.