A detailed view of withering flowers captured in São Paulo, Brazil.

Dying Flower

ByR. William Parmenter Reading Time: 1 minute

My sadness is a dying flower —
Once in tall bloom,
I now slowly slouch,
Wilting from a heavy head.
Dropping petals one by one,
I fade to the floor
Too late for preservation.
A thriving stalk of confidence
Now decaying detritus —
My soul is for the soil.
Until the past reconciles the present,
And the patience of time rains down —
A seed of renewal waits.

I wrote this poem after being in a writing slump. Thank to my friend and poet, V. Walker, for the inspiration to get me out of the slump!

Thank you for reading!

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