Gentle Flower

Not all my poems are so dark and tragic, true beauty and purpose are all around me.

-Gentle Flower-
by Keaton Foster


Gentle flower
Growing
By the hour
Advancing
By the day
Reaching
For the heavens
Dare not forgetting
Earth bound affliction.

Gentle flower
Standing taller
Being true
Beauty in deeper bloom
Your colors are explosive
Your smell is intoxicating
Each curve and every copy
Natures perfected version
Of syncopated duplication.

Gentle flower
Such an existence
May be short
A lifetime of living
Confined by and within
Seasonal implications
Your lone purpose
Propagation via attraction
Calling the bees closer
Swearing allegiance.

Gentle flower
Making you whole
The bees know no role
They do what is natural
What nature calls
Like you and your kind
They are driven by need
The succulent juices
Of your blossom forces them
To do as they do.

Gentle flower
Reaching taller
Spreading far and wide
Taking the sun deep inside
Opening your bloom
Letting all around see
The truth and beauty
Of your meaning
Within the shortest
Of perennial season…



Gentle Flower
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.