by Keith D Allison

Flowers of my seed
growing so far away

Laughter drifting
on the morning breath
silenceā€¦ upon the ear
touch the lonely tear

Beauty oh beauty
across the distant miles
what am I doing here

flowers of spring
flowers of the heart

Time distant
unknown grasp
shadows wrapped

Flowers of spring
flowers of summer
flowers of the autumn breeze


Their fragrance
wraps around you
like warm winds to the heart

flowers growing
in the distance in miles


Posted on 05/28/2009
Copyright © 2022 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 05/28/09 at 06:34 PM

Life is a do-it-yourself project, sometimes we must see our work from the distance, and that can be a blessing and a sad curse. Nice write. Thanks.

Posted by Kris Mara on 05/29/09 at 01:11 PM

the repetition in this has a great power, which may be odd to say when the repetition is flowers, but since the flowers are the object of longing here, that's what I'm hearing...this is like gazing at a photograph, longing to be near the subject instead of holding only images...very nice

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