By Lynn White
PROMPT — What is Love?
I’d always loved flowers.
You helped me
surround myself with them
to bring me joy.
I would like to lie in my garden
in the mist of the soft sweet smelling mist
of them
for ever.
But everything has it’s time,
its time to live,
and its time to die
and only the flowers
will bloom eternally
each in its season
for love.
This is my season for living
and it’s now that I need them.
The flowers you carried
in that season are for me.
Later they should be for you
for all of you that I left behind
and all of you still to come
to life.
Don’t let them die
for love
of me.
Nobody wants dead flowers,
least of all, dead people.
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Lynn writes from Blaenau Ffestiniog, Wales.
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