I just wrote this this morning. It is definitely a work in progress. Please give it a read and give me some feedback!
Thank you!
“I hate writing you in pen and using a pencil is useless – I never want an excuse to erase.”
– Dahv
I gave you a vase.
Tossed my window knick-knacks in a drawer,
and let you water-dwell on my kitchen sill.
We moved to another room
where the sun’s shine silhouetted the backs
and tails of window-cooped picture frames.
I pushed off my books, placed you on my night stand.
Days passed.
Your pink petals welted, curled like frowned lips.
I slipped you into a new vase: blue, wine bottle-shaped.
Peeling like burnt skin, your petals
blue-dotted, bruised purple.
I stirred in a pinch of water crystals.
They rose to the surface and dissolved
Like shaken steroids.
Hours passed.
Petals, now black, rolled,
dropped like cocoons.
Three petals remained –
bruised blue and purple:
pink-canvassed watercolor.
I move you back to my kitchen sill.
The sun shifted like a spot light.
Your shrugged stem rose, lifted
your lips. Red buds collared the
neck of your stalk. Petals postured,
lips still lifted, you smiled.
The sun spread along the horizon.
Hello.
Good luck 🙂