We are parched of hope.
Two tulips in spring.
Lost in a field of poppies,
So wild, and unforgiving.
I falter, I wither,
In emotional turmoil.
I pine for your company,
Though anchored to the soil.
Where’s my refuge, my nursery?
I’m a solitary flower,
Come and quench my thirst,
With all the love I can devour.
I seek hope by the water,
Clear as a looking glass,
It reflects the damage of our parting.
When will this menace pass?
Oh, won’t you come and find me?
My strength, you can restore.
Let your touch console me.
You are still worth waiting for.
In response to the Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #21 found here
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That is beautiful! Thank you for this response to the paint chip prompt. Truly extraordinary.
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Thank you so much! Your prompt technique is so interesting, I’ll be sure to participate in future!
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You can also check out older ones. I’ve been posting every Friday since the beginning of January. Maybe one or two will spark an idea.
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I like this, especially the second stanza and the concluding stanza.
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Thank you very much! ✨
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