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Ring Around the Posy

A lone posy sits up in a bone filled garden,

Its petals bright and soft defy the cold. Unbidden,

Its leaves and burgeoning tips reach into the sky,

Savoring the sun’s rays, helping its growth.

Posy buds gather around their leaves,

Waiting for the rain to feed their roots

In order to turn into a bouquet of nosegrays,

That symbolizes love, honor, prosperities

In China, but shame in Victorian England.

Still the queen has made posy bouquets a trend,

Now weddings advertise them to blend,

Fuse the various items together, while they stand

Out looking somewhere between a rose and tulip,

Regal in its stance in the bouquet or lawn.

In the park or garden, bones stick out, they fawn

Over the brittle, broken, dirty white pieces.

The opposition of life and deaths

Where the stark white of animal and human

Bones litter the ground, unseen;

Versus the beauty, color, and softness

Of the vibrantly colored petals raised in

Supplication and gratitude for such beauties.

Stunning those observing into believing

That God created such wondrous beings!

By Malakkc

I'm a Canadian whose life has been interesting as I've lived in Developing countries and here. The contrast of law, order, and amenities available to us Canadians (which we take for granted, sometimes) to war torn civil wars is enormous. It leaves an influence upon the soul that cries out for justice. My poetry and writing reflect that and more.

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