I have this incurable thirst,
that has driven me to my wit’s end.
I am watered and snipped,
primed and stripped,
making myself small to fit in this box
that you’ve put me in.
But how long, until I wilt again?
And how long until you’ve grown tired of giving me what I need?
Mistaking my will to thrive and to live, with greed?
You’ve not once asked me what I wanted..
No..
I’m just a display.
Another notch on your belt of things you can “save”
Me.
That cat who got stuck in a tree.
And your neighbor Dave (that one time he caught got in a compromised situation with his ex.)
I would have rather stayed in the garden,
in the wet Earth I once called home.
But you selfishly picked me,
why couldn’t you just leave me alone?
It’s always about what you want,
absolutely no regard for me.
I’m just the “beautiful flower” you’ve chosen for everyone to see.
No matter how many times I’ve wilted..
Once..
Twice..
You’ve selfishly done everything you can,
to be bring me back to life.
– Poetic Gawdess









Gold star for this effort⭐
What flower are you? A rose, daffodil,poppy?
Mmm.. I don’t know. I’m thinking a hydrangea Peter..
xx
Maybe a rose….beautiful but thorny or horny….lol
Ooo! I like it, lol 😜
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You’re still churning out some beautiful poetry Lady, Tight
Thanks sweetness.
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Powerfully penned, PG. Excellent write my friend. This one has layers and I dig layers. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you my friend.
xx
Another outstanding poem, Gawdess!
Daniel, thank you. xx
Amazing! You’re a talent.
Takes one to know one Keith 😉 xx
xxox