WRITERS' CORNER discussion

Emerald Calla Lily

(view spoiler)[Immaculately crafted,
ready to gift,
the flower rests untouched.

Forgotten and lost,
coated in dust,
it’s dreams shrivel and die.

Never to be given,
as a gift under a tree,
the sparkle disappears.

A door bell rings,
hope jumps and takes flight,
but dies as the lights flicker off.

A loud crack sounds,
the shelf lurches,
and crashes to the ground.

Gem slivers ricochet across the polished floor,
twinkling in the moonlight,
dreams have shattered for the last time. (hide spoiler)]

Your words create great imagery, Rhystlynne. I love this poem!

:)