Wilted Flowers- POEM

 

On the windowsill you see wilted flowers.

  An old man looks to see the dying flowers. He decides to draw that particular flower. 

 Without any pedals, he feels the flower giving birth 

      and wants to revive it through art.

With a ring on his finger and a paint brush in his hand,

he goes to work on his painting

It takes him

three

to four months 

to finish it while the flower rots away

With the flower gone

and the panting finished,

he starts mirror writing the words:

Beauty can still be seen in the eyes of a dead flower

Bearded,

he feels paint on it,

he doesn't care as he keeps painting alone,

with it,

Never giving it away

The next day,

he starts to mirror write

in his journal

how he sees beauty

to the machines he built,

to the painting

he has created

He doesn't care,

hate it,

or love it,

but he doesn't want

anyone

to know it

Not even his supposed soulmate

Life is beautiful 

even in

a dying flower