Ephemeral
Posted by: foxrafer on: June 5, 2009
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Amethyst blossoms in clear glass vases. Delicate petals curl inward, and I want to touch the velvet skin, feel the softness beneath my fingers.
It is simple and beautiful, unadorned save for a single green leaf, yet one cannot help but be drawn to it; elegant and understated.
I wish it still was rooted in the soil, could still stretch beneath the sun and bend against the wind. In this glass its life is all but over, its beauty soon fading.
We are opposites. My roots do not save me, do not sustain me. I need to pull myself free, for only in my glass can I truly live. But I’d rather be the flower, ephemeral yet forever lasting in our sight. It will be missed when the last of its bloom slips away.
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- foxrafer: I haven't even thought of this blog for so long; people can't comment if I don't post. :-) Seeing this is making me want to try picking it up again. H
- JanPattersonRN: i don't comment as often as i should, but i love these.
- unknowntheartist: you're definitely right about them looking scared but gorgeous in most photos. i found a pic of a mom and three babies looking at the camera and while
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