Poem: Inhale Her Roses.

at dawn,
a flower’s petals
unfolds unto curiosity
from its scent
attention grows
from its curves
attraction flows
engaging best of suitors
irritating the rest.
at dawn,
a flower blossoms
effortlessly
enjoying the pleasures
of youthful glow
surrounded by promises
and embraced by good behavior
it basks in the goodness of it all.
as dawn gradually fades
petal conditions
begin to change.
by mid day,
comfortable
gives way to heat
heat brings haste
and haste dries petals
as our mid day flower
discovers the sting of slight discomfort
it also gets introduced
to the tingles of unpleasant surprises
by mid day,
flowers put more effort
to hold the attention
of dwindling suitors
those smooth talkers
known to dash from drying petals
those heat terrified suitors
known to habitually sway
from flower to flower
enticed by new and newer petals,
attracted only to unfamiliar bosoms
by evening,
as the elements continue to change
our flower familiar with the dance
between overwhelming attention
and fading attraction
begins its descend
it’s petals gradually prepare to enclose
as it contemplates
a story
a warning
wisdom
talk of caution
it contemplates a desire
to tell newer flowers
that whilst thou blossom
enjoy thy fleeting moment,
secure thy best suitor,
one reliable,
consistent
however unfamiliar
with the act of smooth talking
because soon,
conditions will change
yet he who was consistent
and reliable,
as thy conditions change
such a suitor
remains.