Pawns or Potentates: The Reality of Americas Corporate Boards by Jay William Lorsch
Poems About Flowers
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Aug If I were a flower. If I were a flower Perhaps if I were a flower, you'd pick me to be yours. Of course you would pick the flower that was the most exquisite, Luminous in every spectrum, But more importantly the most Beautiful blossom, Therefore plucking me from my survival.
If I were a flower my petals would be fading now, drooping and withering in the early summer but if by chance you glanced my way to warm me through, watered my weakened frame to give me strength, then I know I would survive to see the Autumn. Strange that it should be this way for summer lends itself to life and love and laughter. Here in this hole where all is dark and pained all laughter is stifled by the dank air.
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If I were a flower my petals would be fading now, drooping and withering in the early summer but if by chance you glanced my way to warm me through, We are like the flowers, we need sunshine, water and affection or we wither an die. The metaphor is well taken in this heartfelt yet sad write of longing, hope and ultimate fulfillment. Report Reply. Very thoughtful and sensitive poem.