Photography by Carlo Pautasso
I offered you all that I am,
blooming with all of my brightness;
I unfurled my innermost petals
only for you.
You withheld yourself from me
in icy self-contained aloofness,
resisting the gift.
Not one drop of life-giving love
were you willing to give.
When I picked myself up,
I knew well :
you were the one
who lost out.
And I kept on
blooming.
This is what popped out when I saw the photo prompt at The Sunday Muse.
This poem speaks directly to my own experience and yes, it hurts. But it is also good to know that someone else has felt that sorrow and knows its name.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Zing! That ending is the key to survival.
ReplyDeleteI like that the glass of water is icy... both cold and/or frozen and unable to give anything of themselves. It reminded me of the Rime of the ancient mariner "Water Water everywhere, / Nor any drop to drink" The flower is better off without and blooms in spite of adversity.
ReplyDeleteIt was the other's loss indeed Sherry! So glad for the continued blooming. You were right, we were both seeing the same in the photo! 😎🌷
ReplyDeleteso well done ~
ReplyDeleteYes ....I have know many pitchers of water in my time.Looks like water but in fact is battery acid . You only know when you take a sip!
ReplyDeleteYou painted the mood so, well! This personality is seen more and more these days-like Narcissus reflecting on his own image-so, sad! I am happy the flower continue to rise above and find a way bloom!
ReplyDeleteLovely resolution to a tender love, unrequited. Bloom on!
ReplyDeleteWe do learn, don't we, even at a cost to the heart. I liked the reference to the glass of icy water.
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