by Annette N. Sanchez

Created on: February 05, 2009

Broken Buds

As I stand here distant and sad

I look back on the love we once had

Yes I fell hard

Yes I thought it was true

The reality is

The whole darn thing fell through

An abundance of roses is what I see

A beautiful array of colors staring right back at me

Red coral yellow white

Everything so vivid

Here there is no night

As I water and moisten this soil in my mind's eye I see

I see a bright and glorious sun shinning down on me

I see roses that have bloomed and are ripe for the picking

I see mother earth giving a breeze

To these delicate petals with graceful ease

This all sounds so sweet

Like a very enticing and welcoming treat

But the real deal is this

There are no flowers or bliss

There is no sun there is no breeze

There are no petals swaying with ease

What I see are broken buds

Laying docile on the floor

Having life no more

Unopened and cut premature

They never had a chance

To give way to a blossoming new romance

These buds on this moist soil is a sad and daunting sight

I guess now I see nothing but grim and lingering night

As I stand here and reflect on these broken romances

I see so much possibilities yet unfulfilled chances

There is an accepting sadness I feel

And soon I will no longer be still

There is a fire inside

Ready to reignite and no longer hide

I need to visit with my gardener and develop a green thumb

I need some help because I don't like becoming numb

Looking back at these buds that I see

I am not looking alone

My gardener is now accompanying me

We together are gathering the buds

He dehydrates them with living spring water

The buds are all together

There's this lingering feeling of forever

My gardener's presence reassures me of a prosperous renewal

His hands touch my heart

Reminding me to never part

What he does with these broken buds

Is a gift in the waiting

For I know what he touches

Will be a benefit for my taking

I will be still inside and will no longer hide

For I am not alone

My gardener came down and created a whole new tone

I have a promising hunch

That I will soon see roses

A whole big bunch

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