Petals

Fallen Petals lie in isolation.

Vile creeds thrive, nor withered hesitation.

A Wonderer then dwells on the jarring analogy expressed.

Dazed! "Do wonted dilemmas commensurate a Petal's distress?"

Them, born of this world with others, innate the same daring destiny.

Them; burgeoning, blooming, and now mature, in the pursuit of vitality.

Te-akin, finicky, feasible, indulging bizarre.

A laid Petals tour de force. The impending: "Last Hurrah!"

Emoting elation, coy con, vied a Pantheon.

Swan Song plays, inquisition, a composed Campion?

Emanating the ambivalence of passion and remorse.

Mesmerizing is this gift. A chorus between a bunched corpse.

Chosen; by annual perseverance. Extracted; for perennial preservation.

Unknowing, gave isolate calamity to lying Petal’s perished damnation.

A Petal ponders isolated, describes;

the dazed Wonderer while awaiting demise.