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The Last Flower

July 13, 2007 by Shirley Allard

She stood in awe of beauty
that caused her heart to speak,
weeds flourished in abundance
round this flower, so unique.
Her heart would have her sever ties
to hold it in her hand
her mind accepts that holding it
is not the wisest plan.
And so it grows, a single rose
secure within its thicket, but
she wonders… would the rose oppose
if she suddenly chose to pick it?

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8 Responses to “The Last Flower”

on July 13, 2007 at 11:38 pm1 paisley

i love it… i have so often passed a lone flower by… thinking something along these lines… not wanting to steal the beauty for myself and leave the world alone…..

very beautifully put…
thank you
on July 15, 2007 at 10:59 am2 HouseMouse

Hi Jodi, I know what you mean. Then again, I wonder if the flower would choose to be picked and put on display rather than hang out with weeds! Thanks!
on July 16, 2007 at 2:26 am3 alison

I want to be stolen. But wait. What makes me think I am the rose and not the weeds growing round…

Shirley…sometimes I just don’t have the words to describe the feeling your poetry gives to me.

Especially right now.
on July 16, 2007 at 6:07 am4 Shirley Allard

Thank you Alison. You said it all. I think from what I’ve read in your words you are definitely a rose!

Your perception is priceless!
on July 18, 2007 at 10:57 am5 harry furness

I love the twist at the end. And a rose is a rose… Great image.
on July 18, 2007 at 5:20 pm6 Shirley Allard

Thank you Harry. And yes, a rose is a rose… Shirley
on July 20, 2007 at 4:01 pm7 ozymandiaz

Ah, this one is a classic. Great fun. Love the rhythme and great substance to boot.
on July 20, 2007 at 8:33 pm8 Shirley Allard

Thank you Oz. Your comments always make me feel better than I am!