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I can not help but lament a fading flower
Unable for the moment to rationalize -
That as the seasons pass, more flowers will blossom
That the flower has done its job, lived its life, completed its purpose.
I grieve in the way one grieves for a death, but not for deaths
Here is beauty, an outburst of energy, unashamed.
Perhaps it is a selfish grief -
The flower was color, and sweet smells
And now I must go to buy some lilac or lavender or jasmine scented hand-soap
don't @ me
9 years ago
i am trying to figure out if i love or hate how jarring the last line is.
ReplyDeletebut re the first stanza, isn't the best part - that's not quite what i'm going for, but it's close enough - of life that inability to rationalize all the time? because that moment of irrationality, for lack of a better way to put it, is what leads to different perspectives and questions and questioning, seeing the world in a different way, a way outside of the norm...and i feel like not only does that lead to a better perception of truth, sort of, but also to art and writing and whatever else, though i guess that is also a different form of truth, too. i feel like i had a point and then i lost it.
the point of this comment that may or may not be coherent is that i like this, regardless of my love/hate relationship with the last line. basically.
I think that it's normal and alright that we have moments of irrationality. But there is always a part of me that resists it, usually after the fact (ironically, somewhat irrationally).
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