No flower ever looked as lovely
In a vase of porcelain
Or crystal
As it did thriving
Amongst the green
Yet we pick them
Carry them indoors
So our senses may wring
Every fleeting fragment
Of living color and scent
Beauty
As they wither and fade
Possessed
For our pleasure
The Noise of Silence 
My mother would have approved of you David, she absolutely would endorse all you say here 🙂 Nice one.
Thank you. I’m glad I’m not the only one to think about it like that, lol. 🙂
loved this…I know I have been a bit MIA lately, my apologies…love your poetry, and now that summer is fading, hope to get more reading time…this piece…lol, SO TRUE!!!! and love the second layer that my eyes see in it..a good soulish write.
Thanks, Lady Day. I haven’t been posting much poetry this summer. I’m hoping to start adding stuff here a little more regularly.