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poetry: stripped

you are almost obscene
without petals
alien green bulbous body
too many waving yellow arms
yet you appear honest
dare I say brave

once, scared nobody could love me
I did this to a flower
it could have been a relative of yours
a great great great grandflower
I didn’t think about what it wanted
what my actions would change
only if I could be loved
if I could be chosen

I tore each delicate petal off
love me
love me not
until a pink pile lay at my feet
wasted beauty
for something like answers

seeing you now I wonder
what answers you hold
first full and now bare
and why naked truth
still scares me

44 thoughts on “poetry: stripped”

  3. Oooh, you tore my great great great grandfather apart! Hah. Well, now while she lay bare in my mind – pink, yellow and cute, as I read through, I saw her true love towards the world around her, the very people who had hurt her, still standing out fresh and unmarred – pink, yellow and cute. So is true love in the face of adversity, dear Bri!
    This is truly a wonder of its own ilk. Your love for nature will reward you with the secrets that nature holds. And that’s a noble thing I believe.
    I love this.

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  10. So important natural ryhem words use in poem. Inspiring poem. What a nice flower colour match & recommend in poem, alien green bulbous bodytoo many waving yellow armsyet you appear honestdare I say brave. I love the poem.

    Thanks Bri….

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  11. Bridgette,this poem hits home, a childlike action, brings no comfort to the thing of beauty, bare and venerable,it reflects our feelings, the torn flower is stilled loved,as we are. The words are sensitive exposing are souls desires.❤️

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  12. Dear Bridgette, I can really connect with this poem. It’s so beautiful and yet with an element of sadness and pain. I feel that for you. As a child, I used to do the same to flowers, daisies, particularly – love you, love you not …
    When I first learned this destructive process (in my eyes), I was told that if I pulled off an even number of petals, I was loved, but if I pulled off an odd number, then nobody loved me. Quite cruel, really, so this poem really hits home for me. It’s beautifully and touchingly written, my friend. Much love and hugs ~ Ellie Xxx 🤗💐🥰

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    • Hi dearest, sweetest Ellie. Yes, we often do things destructive as a means of finding answers and looking for love. The truth is, we are loved no matter what. I’m still working on acceptance, I think we all are. Much love and hugs to you as well.

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