Poet In The Jar Diaries: Frozen Flower

Sunday, November 21

Frozen Flower

I'm a little bit like a frozen flower
Requiring time and warmth to defrost
Waiting to open for the sun
Like a frozen flower
In the parking lot

I'm a little bit like a frozen flower
I'd rather you didn't pick me
With my roots intact
And plant me in a pot
On your window sill

I'm a little bit like a frozen flower
That always wanted to be a bird
I'd rather you tore me off at the stem
And let me drop from your balcony
And I'd pretend to fly
And be free

2 comments:

anynone knowbodyNovember 25, 2010 at 7:16 AM
This reminds me of addiction and sunsets. Sometimes, slow descent brings the only beauty we can see, regardless of what is shown in bloom.
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Poet In The JarNovember 26, 2010 at 12:47 AM
Thank you, that's an interesting interpretation. :)
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