Daily Prompt. Imagine I return home to discover a huge flower bouquet waiting for me. No card is attached. Who is it from? Why did they send it to me?
Flowers waiting at my door
Surprise from no one present to my mind.
Who do they perceive
and want to charm?
What have I done to kindle flames anew?
There lives an ache within my heart
To break free from guise of someone old.
I know what springs flow fierce and strong
Beneath wrinkles and my halting step.
I know deep down I have not changed a lot.
The question now is “Who are you?”
What fellow creature with the same desire
To look beyond appearances and see
The ageless search for someone dear to love
Is not denied to persons old as we.
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Love this! I have just met up with a man whom I fancied greatly more than forty years ago! It’s fascinating to experience, at this age, the same feelings- excitement, anticipation, has he emailed? will he phone? what might happen? My grandmother at ninety used to say that she was exactly the same inside. Now I know what she was saying! Hope the flowers really did come and that you have found out who sent them.
I’m happy you have found your new/old man. Your grandmother is a wise woman.
You are a gifted wordsmith. When I read this prompt, I hit the delete button. As I continue to blog, I the fear of stepping outside of my box dissipates. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks for your comment. At first I thought I wouldn’t write this prompt either. I’m glad I did.