This Poem was Submitted By: lonnie hicks On Date: 2002-12-04 13:30:54 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Old Flowers

She is a flower given in rainy hours to refresh hearts that cry. I am struck by the innocence, the ocean-ness that lies within her. She calms winds, moves with a new soul youth and  soft heart provide. How remarkable to be still touched by sentiments tiny still open to experience never knowing mean love only love requited. Joy never comes to the stapled heart and her's has never been. I am older than you and missing that still recognizing I need it. Am I the winter bulb underground and you the summer sun who waters? I need to know is your heart, and my dark bulb compatible? What irony meeting brings in words wandering cross pages when individuals invest them with their souls and their very best summer flailings. So rare the soul not potted yet still a bulb to growing yet wise enough to love the flower covered by  winter ground frozen. Whisper me  just one word your soul's summer smells I'm inhaling bouquet refreshing my dusty soil my winter eyes beneath arrested but then stirred I by youthful seeds which arrive with summer's soul regaling those summer winds whose innocence old flowers rejuvenated.

Copyright © December 2002 lonnie hicks


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