Perhaps I talk to flowers
because they don’t talk back.
They blossom when I’m kind;
wish the world were more like that. 
Perhaps I Talk to Flowers…
July 17, 2014
Perhaps I talk to flowers
because they don’t talk back.
They blossom when I’m kind;
wish the world were more like that.
Love this sentiment — though they bloom even when we aren’t so kind and I think the world needs that too. =)
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Actually, I was thinking about my lilies, and how these red beetle larvae have been attacking the blooms this summer.
I could have gone on longer with the idea as a metaphor but wanted this to be a short poem. But my thinking was, when I get out my spray bottle of soap & water and spray the larvae (they look like slugs!) every day to assure they don’t return –could be symbolic of evil in world — the flowers do survive and bloom. When I don’t, the flowers get attacked, and die, and never bloom.
Not sure what that spray bottle is in real life. Smart and fast acting politicians? Now I’m laughing!
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If you do then this perhaps is the best thing as the closer you go to nature the better is your life.
I would like to invite you to visit my blog, it’s always good to forge connections.
http://priyapareek23.wordpress.com/
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I will do that Priya, thank you for the visit!
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