Flowers by K.A Stryker & R.J.Stryker

A bowl of flowers sits on the table
peaceful in the afternoon light
shades of color on petals highlight the beauty
and a bruised leaf flaws the perfection

The crystal vase creates a path of glitter
as sunbeams are caught and then escape
water reflects on the table
playing in shapes, dancing around shadow

Perfume drifts around the room
carried on a breeze
creating an image in ones mind of spring
essence of sunshine and love
 
Sometimes I sit and stare
into the darkness,
creating a mock blindness
to shape my denial.

The light tries to seep in
showing me things I won’t perceive,
but I crawl deeper into the night
sacrificing,
with each step,
becoming the shadows
in which I hide.

For denial is overlooking my voice,
the inner me
making me smaller,
inferior,
as I sit and stare
into darkness
lost in me.

if I reach out my hand…
will you see?

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So, this thing said to finish the poem, gave me a line and left me the rest to go with.

Fly me to the moon

Ok, I could do that. Hmmm. I did it totally of the cuff without any thought, just wrote the words that my fingers decided to type together.

Fly me to the moon
On wings of love,
I laugh at this cliche.
Our love will never be this way,
Meant to stab me in the heart
like a thorn from a bush,
Dying bush, violent bush.
Fly me to the moon
on wings of love.

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*hugs* Give it a try.