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This Friday the fun is on at Madison Woods and I am bank with the Friday Fictioneers in full swing having been away last week. Today’s prompt from Lura Helms looks interesting and I could not resist it. So dear friends, here is my humble poem. Do feel free to critique as you comment.

Withered Flower

 
I am a flower
Left
By the roadside
Far From
The Great Oak.
Sun baked
Sweaty
Withered
A pitiful
Pitiable flower.
 
No one
Recognises me
My startling
Beauty
Now
A faded shadow.
 
Beauty is
Fleeting
Character
Enduring
And so
I will not
Give up
 
I look to the
Canopied leaves
Swaying
Majestically
To the rhythm
Of the
Whispering
Breeze
Will I find
A place
To hide
Under
Their sanctuary
 
I send
A silent prayer
To the leaves
Sweet rustles
They hear me
Let me find
Shelter
In the crook
Of the Great Oak,
Let me find
Shelter
In your arms
 
(C) Celestine Nudanu
17/08/12
 

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