Melissa Prunty Kemp

30 Day Poetry Challenge: National Poetry Month

DAY 7

 

Purple and White Phalaenopsis

 

I was going to write a poem about you before you died. But instead I got in a hurry and threw you away. Along with the rest of the garbage. I was going to point out to you how in your last dying days, the three faces you showed, blush cheeks deeply shadowed, were as expressive as first opening. While I watched you lean strongly, hold tightly to your blooms at the end of yellowing stalks, I thought how much like cancer this must be. Your face hasn’t aged, looks like life’s highest hue, but all that is precariously attached, about to fall any day now.

 

© 4/7/14 by Melissa Prunty Kemp