Flowers do eventually wilt.
She perches her red hat at a sassy tilt,
Her skin is rose petal soft,
As she lives in a damp, one bedroom loft,
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A captive soft soul bereft of sunshine longs for spring to bloom eventually though flowers do eventually wilt....... such an amazing piece loaded with emotions sweet and sour........great write
This story may have come from your imagination, but i suspect there's an element of truth here. You have written, here, a tale that has been played out, in real life, many times over. I think you either know this lady, or know of her. This tragic story has, unfortunately, happened all too often in Ireland's chequered history. A sad but important memory, that we should not forget. Extremely well penned, Hazel.
i enjoy every verse as it unfolds a fine story what else is new? Its Hazel Durham
Fantastic poem. Loved reading it. Very beautiful way you have sketch a great imagery of a girl, the red hat and its sassy tilt. From the clutches of her step father, she lives in small nest, in search of her love. let's hope she get the man as she dreamt of.........Beautiful.
You have sketched a great imagery picture on the canvas of nature where flowers are quite distinguished with all objects exhilarating natural phenomenon of life in a very peaceful n delightful manner albeit she has to undergo all circumstances of life. A beautiful n superb write. Thanks for sharing.
Running over with realism and rich in the rabid reality of life. Well done my friend.
Running over with realism and rich in the rabid reality of life. Well done my friend.
From the claws of her tyranneous father, the little birdie has flown into the boundless sky....... With sundown she comes back to her little nest where she weaves the dreams of a sweet mate flying from far to seek her warmth and give her comfort! With her colourful plummage, she is sure to attract many bird watchers! Let the girl get a man of talent and worth! Excellent
A great poem, freedom is what life is about, she will find her shining knight.
WOW, that sassy tilt! ! ! I LOVE THIS POEM! ! ! ! You won the World Cup here, dear!
Truth or fiction? perhaps a little of both. Perhaps a sanitized version of reality, sprinkled with some sweet notes of truth. Simply beautiful!