“Love's Flower”

Love,
      How anemic it can be
         Neglected
            Heavy with the fragrance
               Of death

As a beautiful flower
      Once flourished
         With consummated beauty
            Scented with the ripeness
               Of innocence

Cleft from the womb
      That spawned its legacy
         To be placed upon the
            Pedestal
               Of ignorance

And to be gawked at
      By amateurs
         Who thought they knew
            What love was
               But didn't

Only to lose
      Interest once the
         Sweet fragrance is lost
            To the pungence
               Of mortality

~*~
08/1998

Copyright © 1998 Brenda Barnhart. All Rights Reserved.

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“Love,
   How anemic it can be
      Neglected
         Heavy with the fragrance
            Of death

As a beautiful flower
   Once flourished
      With consummated beauty
         Scented with the ripeness
            Of innocence”

Brenda Barnhart