Snippets from a Wallflower’s Life..


within drab vases she displayed
the simplest of wildflowers plucked
not for the exotic uniqueness
she professed to treasure
but to prevent any comparisons
being drawn in beauty,
while her trusty but ugly potpourri
added fragrance.

drawn curtains
and shimmering candlelight,
to concoct an aura of romance
or to spin a reticulum
of silhouettes and mystique
to envelope
her less than average looks
within gossamer allure
of magic and mystery.

with her laconic words
her taciturn attitude she sought
to discourage closeness,
lest informality and warmth
breed contempt for one
who cold never be
but a firefly beneath
velvet skies sequined and bejeweled
in poetic fantasies.

while always blending
into anonymity,
like the shadow which holds
a flame in its  palm,
she was the calyx in a rosebud~
holding the petals together,
the silence which enhances
sweetness of a lark’s melody.

retstraint and stoic control
defined her,
she was a wallflower
who was too scared to yearn
for ephemeral fragrance,
despite her thirst to breathe
redolence into bland breeze
like the bowers of flowers
she has always secretly envied…


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