THREE
PETALS
The rose petals, so
sweet the smell, the beauty of the bloom
Each petal hugs the
next one close, its beauty gone to soon
The lily stands so
tall and proud, majestic, bold, and white
Its petals reaching
for the sky, can almost light the night
The little violet
close to the ground, the deep dark velvet hues
But the secrets that
the violet holds, will uncover hidden truths.
These three flowers
so much alike, yet different as day and night
One hides its beauty
close to the ground, never reaching for the light
But do not under
estimate, the violet so small and sweet,
As you walk through
the dark damp woods, crushing violets with your feet
Just like the rose,
with petals soft and sweet the smell it brings,
The rose will fight
until the cold that fall and winter brings
The lily is the
strongest bloom, on this you can rely
It holds on like a
buried grudge that just will never die
But as you think
about these three you must think back in time
The curling petal of
the Iris bloom, to this could add a rhyme
What story does the
Iris tell, that haunt her day and night
If you knew the truth
it holds, the truth could take your life.
Dora
Kinsley Thomley
10-2-12
Rose is the feisty one, the fighter, the scrapper, not afraid of anything
Lily is reasonable, thinks everything through, reliable, and holds a grudge
Violet masks her feelings, hides behind her long hair, and very under estimated
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