02-21-2013, 01:51 AM
**1st edit**
A flower lay on the floor
Every petal looked so pure.
Beauty shone from every leaf;
Along came a vile thief.
Plucked each petal with a smirk
Then stamped them down in the dirt.
Cut the leaves which gave them life
With something worst than a knife. a bit forced...
The strong deep roots in the ground
Shriveled up, no water found.
The flower died all alone
All the seeds not to be grown.
Many flowers that surround
No one missed it on the ground.
Dirty, sad, forgotten flower
Washed away by the shower.
I've tried to make the line rhythms the same...and tidy up the imagery...
Haven't changed much as I liked the way it went as a 'story' of a flower...but I think some of the rhymes may need tidying up...
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**original**
There lay a flower on the floor
Every petal looked so pure.
Beauty shone from every leaf
Until along came a vile thief.
He plucked each petal with a smirk
Then stamped them down in the dirt.
He cut the leaves which provided life
With something worst than a knife.
The strong deep roots in the ground
Shrivelled up, with no water found.
The flower died all alone
All those seeds, never to be grown.
So many flowers all around
No one missed the one on the ground.
The dirty, sad forgotten flower
Got washed away by the shower.
©Invisible Shadows 2011
A flower lay on the floor
Every petal looked so pure.
Beauty shone from every leaf;
Along came a vile thief.
Plucked each petal with a smirk
Then stamped them down in the dirt.
Cut the leaves which gave them life
With something worst than a knife. a bit forced...
The strong deep roots in the ground
Shriveled up, no water found.
The flower died all alone
All the seeds not to be grown.
Many flowers that surround
No one missed it on the ground.
Dirty, sad, forgotten flower
Washed away by the shower.
I've tried to make the line rhythms the same...and tidy up the imagery...
Haven't changed much as I liked the way it went as a 'story' of a flower...but I think some of the rhymes may need tidying up...
..........................
**original**
There lay a flower on the floor
Every petal looked so pure.
Beauty shone from every leaf
Until along came a vile thief.
He plucked each petal with a smirk
Then stamped them down in the dirt.
He cut the leaves which provided life
With something worst than a knife.
The strong deep roots in the ground
Shrivelled up, with no water found.
The flower died all alone
All those seeds, never to be grown.
So many flowers all around
No one missed the one on the ground.
The dirty, sad forgotten flower
Got washed away by the shower.
©Invisible Shadows 2011
"We are the music makers
And we are the dreamers of dreams
Wandering by lone sea breakers
And sitting by desolate streams" ~ Arthur O'Shaughnessy
http://invisibleshadows86.blogspot.co.uk/
My journey
And we are the dreamers of dreams
Wandering by lone sea breakers
And sitting by desolate streams" ~ Arthur O'Shaughnessy
http://invisibleshadows86.blogspot.co.uk/
My journey

