Flower Thief
John Simon Ritchie
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Autumn came the flower thief
A year to pass and all too brief
It started shortly before Thanksgiving
His sadness seduced us from our living
We remained his dormant prisoner
Through the harsh and icy winter
In our slumber we tended to his needs
As the floods came and went away
We prayed he would plant our seeds
We gave him a year ago on Valentines day
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He ate our pedals
He drank our nectar
We held his tears
Like raindrops inside our stems
He bruised our buds
And wilted our spirit
Dulled our sparkle
And stole our passion
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In our self destruction
We begged him to brand us and keep us secure
But his soil was too dry, his soul too barren
His love’s impotence unable to trust and nurture
As he turned gold to black to gold again
Our spring and summer pain
Were drenched in acid rain
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In the darkness of his night
We gave him all our light
As the pansies and roses dried
Inside we slowly died
We foolishly sat and cried
“Oh God, he never really tried!”
How could we have done this to ourselves
Why did we believe him when he lied
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And finally, just in time
His pride cut us down
As he ran from his crime
Our blood reds turned to brown
How can we grow again?
We are drained and all used up
Soar and sour
No more beauty
No more power
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“Weep not little flower
In the failure to be loved
Rest the seedlings of a child’s charm
The cuts are only a prune
To protect you from harm
You will bloom all too soon
You will grow again”
Said Mother Mary and Mary Magdalene
“Take care of the ones you love”
Said Mary-Mary quite contrary
Who helped our garden grow
“Bloom only for the ones who treat you well
So that the flower thieves will never know
How soft you feel and how sweet you smell”
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Wild flowers are planted in the fall
I wish this never happened at all…
