The Flower

half of creation
is destruction

I knew a flower, but not her name;
Sweet smelling as a summer day,
She was vibrantly bright, yet plain;
Wild in a pasture she lay.

A thousand others looked the same,
But I loved her more than all the rest;
I needed a sight, and saw her first;
She was vibrantly bright, yet plain.

Now look when you shake your smile and say
That "love is something more than that;"
It's a spark that lights itself aflame,
Sweet smelling as a summer day.

And day by day, and day by day,
She thought with me, heard all my songs
And watched my sleep and soothed my wrongs;
Wild in a pasture, we lay.

When as it must, the right time came,
The tinder burnt to feed the flame,
I plucked my flower and sang of pain;
I knew a flower but not her name.

I guess this is also a breakup poem, but I thought of it more as a meditation on the ineffable nature of love, and the transience of youth. Yes, all this while 17 years old. Yes, I was 17 when I wrote this poem. Teen poetry can never match the depth of mature work, but it doesn't have to be downright bad... It's also a love poem. Love poetry doesn't have to be happy or romantic; sometimes it's just a poem about love.

poem written by JASON PAUL FOX.
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Violators are prosecuted, no joke!
I'm living off the generosity of plagiarists now!
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copyright 2007 Jason Paul Fox

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