Lisa Pellegrini

The faces of pansies tell stories
too tragic for human ears.
They are marred with

folds incapable of repair.
They are cursed with veins
that nurture long-kept secrets.

Their whisker slashes make
them easy prey for dogs.
Their mustaches and

beards hide their sorrow.
The floral gems long to speak,
but they weep behind petal shields.

They smirk while making patchwork
for the besmirched and befuddled.
The final batch are withered

from age, yet their black
flecks and lavender dew drops
echo youth in flux that awaits rebirth.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.

Posted on November 27, 2012, in Lisa Pellegrini, POETRY and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. A second poem from Lisa. I think there’s some wonderful stuff in this poem…

    If you enjoyed it, I highly recommend reading her first poem, MAGIC:

  2. I like this one, metaphor for resilience in harsh conditions and rejuvenation. The origin of strength.

  3. Cool, tactful ,sensitive poem by Lisa on a more than garden variety topic.

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