Once delicately balanced
upturned to the sun,
finely veined plumeria petals
lie strewn across the path.
Last eve’s maelstrom winds
unexpected. Wreaked havoc.
Battering, felling
these blushing blooms.
Perfumed scent mingles
with rotting leaves.
They shall decay
and disappear.
I trusted you,
until you became another.
National Poetry Writing Month continues with day eleven’s prompt: write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does. Photo Credit: Bert Grantges.
lillian the home poet 
Fabulous, Lillian! Loved it!
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Thank you! Smiling I am.
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Nice take on the prompt, Lillian. And I hope your weather has settled a bit!
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Cold but sunny and bright. I’ll take it! Glad you liked this one.
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Loved it – great visual.
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Thank you, Jenny!
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Lillian
love how this piece roots into a broken romance of human “nature”- I wasn’t expecting it – wonderful!
and I must say I always look forward to both your single and collective word play
thank you for ‘amping’ up my mental dictionary!
am:)
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Smiling I am at your note that you weren’t expecting the ending. yep — it was supposed to be a “twist.” On to my glass of evening chardonnay! 🙂
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Great take on the prompt! Nailed that last line.
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Ah, so glad you liked this one. Quite the twist at the end, eh? Sadly, there are far too many “plumeria” women in this world.
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Wonderful and relatable poem, I love the contrast between the scenery and the ending.
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Thank you! Smiling I am this morning to see your reply.
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