dolorous interludes.

The rain pours heavily, running over the soft soils and threatening to wrench the delicate pretty flowers out of their snug homes. this turmoil not only brewed because of the war between the skies and the earth, ourbursts of internal conflicts were sometimes witnessed even amongst the flowers. The orchids werent very handsome, but they were awfully critical and quick to judge: one evening, a passerby commented on the prettiness of those purple-white petals, but the proud orchid merely turned his nose and said very eloquently, "you may admire me, but i wish not for your admiration; you are too ugly to be deserving of my natural beauty. " the passerby was hurt, sad and astonished altogether, but put not an inch of blame on the orchid, thinking and believing truly that she must've been much too ugly for that pretty orchid.

The deep red tulips were charming and seemingly genuine, but was it truly so? one morning, another passerby upon seeing the tulips, couldnt help but to exclaim, "ah! the tulips look lovingly sweet and handsome, surely i could depend on them to make me happy!" tulips always know what to say and at the right time too; they were trained to speak and trained to charm; one of them replied, "oh my dear miss, surely you cannot be unhappy, for your pretty face must bring you a great number of admirers who'll bring you endless joy!" the naive (and rather unpretty in truth)miss was so flattered she smiled through the next seven years. little did she know that those lines were said and repeated at least a hundred and seven times in just about a week.

Then came the blue roses, ever so amiable and good with words; they drew most of the crowd and were never quite lonely. the roses were somewhat vulnerable though, and so they never had their hearts placed on the line. they talked to many people, but never really cared for most; they had thorns and oh did they prick! one crushed a girl's heart : he had charmed her and allured her and had her completely consumed by his rare beauty, and told her thereafter that he did not love her so. oh did the roses prick, but more so to protect themselves.

Ah whoever saw that one sad silly sunflower at the corner of the garden peeling his own petals while chanting, "she loves me, she loves me not, she loves me she loves me not...." ? little children would go to him when they were sad and crying, but would often forget his kindness and unfailing love once they grew up. it seems then, he was to be alone for some time. ah. a simple flower with simple needs, but such was not to be.

posted by voyeur @ 11/15/2003 04:58:00 PM