POETRY PROMPT

When Petals Fall

A metaphorical free verse poem for #flowerweek

You can give a flower the tiniest of crevices, just a whisper of sunlight

and a flower will grow whether it belongs there

— or not.

Flowers can grow from the ugliest of lies.

When comes the rain, at last Long kept in gilded cloud cage

When comes the snow a flower could still grow

When petals are crushed and tamped down underfoot

traces of you thoughts of you memories of you

shall be

erased

the stigma, the style, the ovary quashed

the sepal no more than a chime tinkling in

a breeze, no more

Singing for the sun.

If a flower loses its grip on the soil

it shall sprout wings and be a flower

no more.

Thank you to Tapan Avasthi for this #flowerweek challenge. This is my first poem response.

Guidelines: ↦ Recommended theme of poem is flower ↦ Any form that lets you express your thoughts and emotions ↦ One poem daily in the first week of July ↦ Publish your work with any Medium publication ↦ Please use hashtags #floral-week or #Floral Week if you’re sharing it on any social media platform

Please tag Tapan Avasthi to show your participation and support for this lovely idea.

Thank you for reading.

Christina M. Ward is a flower, no more.