Inside The Bud
Inside the bud, the bloom
Inside the bloom, the scent
Inside the scent, the memory
Of all that you have meant.
Inside my mind, the pictures
Inside my heart, the joy
Inside the pictures, the progression
Of the true man from the boy.
Inside the boy, the lover
Who longed to be set free
To be loved and be loving
And who now lives to love me.
spur of the moment
by Voo©
Feb 19, 2020
upon seeing this rose
I love it! It’s so tenderly written. It describes me on the inside. I am that bud that’s been wanting to bloom for a long time...But I’m afraid my time to bloom has passed....all our cylinders just never fired in sequence together all these years..... But I won’t blame her. It’s how she was raised.... You can’t change ‘em. You just accept it and go on.... but at least I can blossom in my poetry. And my past is my springboard to writing!
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem, Voo! It really touched me! ....
thank you. one of my favorite writes. Glad you can relate Happy April Fool's Day!!!
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