#DecemberPoetryChallenge #Day1 "My Wishing Flower Looks Like..."
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My wishing flower looks like
a wilted rose, soft and brittle
.
All the dreams die
on paper, the earth
looks different. A moon
swoons above my head.
I wish on cop-raided bars,
battered store-fronts, and
exhaust from cars.
The flowers in the city
are not wild enough
for my dreams.
@pandorademise (c)2020
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My wishing flower looks like:
A flower u cannot touch
A stalk so thick and twisted
U will get cut.
Leaves, yellow as ever on the highest tops,
Petals so soft.
An aroma so pungent
You crinkle ur nose,
Though others may walk on by,
I know my wishing flower is safe,
Safe from being plucked by those who do not see,
The real magical beauty
That calls out to me.
@bluestarz410 (c)2020
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My wishing flower looks like
Purple reign rose
Resilient
Opulent
Sensual, sweet
Empowering
Intoxicating
The scent makes me seek
My wishing flower looks like
Timely unfolding of petals
From morning dew caresses
And is June's birth flower
Blooms brought into a bubble bath
Decorum from the spa
A floral ladder lovingly leads
to hearts,
Yours and mine
My wishing flower looks like
A bouquet of asters, tiger lilies, and sunflowers too
Fragrance in cellophane
The scent makes me weak
Fills my blue vase from your water
Romantic thoughts of us and
Duke Ellington's 1962 "Sentimental Mood"
My wishing flower is
Purple Reign Rose
Blankets the bed
The sunrises
I dream of your proposal to me
And to thee I wed
And my wishing flower flourishes
Michelle Smith (c)2020
My wishing flower looks like
Having another hour
Drinking coffee with my father
Eating eggs and bacon at his favorite diner
Getting back 10 years
That was taken from my family
As you sit across from me
What would I even say to you
That you don’t already know
My wishing flower looks like
Countless nights
Wrapping myself up around the heavy brown Mexican blanket
Crying myself to sleep
Calling for you... Papi
Just so I could see you in my dreams
You look just as I remember you
You grew back your mustache
I always liked it better that way.
Diana Tercero (c)2020
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