(11/30) The Wishing Flower
The Prompt for day 11: write a poem in which one or more flowers take on specific meanings.
When
I was
a child,
my backyard
was home
to a field of
wishing flowers.
I
would
occasionally
grab one,
close my eyes,
quietly mouth a wish
then gently
blow the words
onto it hoping
the propelled seeds
would parachute
their way
to fruition.
© 2020 Abruvanamedsly
When
I was
a child,
my backyard
was home
to a field of
wishing flowers.
I
would
occasionally
grab one,
close my eyes,
quietly mouth a wish
then gently
blow the words
onto it hoping
the propelled seeds
would parachute
their way
to fruition.
© 2020 Abruvanamedsly
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