Poetry/Spoken Word

Focus.

Focus on your season
of blossoming
and not solely upon
your season of withering.
For those icy stares,
from leering eyes
may have caught you unawares.
Slowly curling
each petal;
disturbing,
the natural balance
of living in the 
here and now.
So, focus on
your finest hour.

– A. Brown
Copyright © 2020 A. Brown. All rights reserved.

10 comments

  1. Very nice. ☺ I love the part about curling petals even though it’s a reaction to unwanted stimuli. I just love metaphors. Especially pretty ones. Thanks for sharing .

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