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(in vain~all is vanity)
by Maria Terezia FerenczPanic stricken in a manner
resembling all those who came before
she tried
oh how she struggled (in vain~all is vanity)
straining sucking holding it in
attempting to secure it
restrain it from exploding (in vain~all is vanity)
praying to keep it within
stop it from bursting out
(in vain~all is vanity)
all in the tight little container
it had always been (in vain~all is vanity)
She knew how the story went
once it started to show
the slightest hint of pink
it would be over
there would be no holding back the flood
the beginning of the end
Not what she wanted at all
she wanted it to last forever
so she struggled against the very nature
of her being (in vain~all is vanity)
In a brave attempt
not to
BLOOM (in vain~all is vanity)
06/03/2007 Author's Note: But~tell the flower that the bloom begins the best of death, it may start the process of petals falling~BUT a flower smells sweetest right at the moment of bloom..........
Posted on 06/03/2007
Copyright © 2026 Maria Terezia Ferencz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/04/07 at 03:27 AM It's almost lyrical in some places, and I love that, because I'm almost certain that wasn't your original intention. I really liked this. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/12/10 at 12:40 PM I was made captive by these lines, once it started to show the slightest hint of pink it would be over, and so she struggled against the very nature of her being ( in vain all is vanity ) in a brave attempt no to bloom, these are splendid metaphors. |
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