Flowers and Keys

Staring at the petals

Watching them wilt

Right below my fingers.

At my fingertips,

I feel warmth.

Watching my fingers

Scurry across the keys,

One note at a time,

One last time.

I should have known

Flower-designed keys

Soon let go.

The flowers peel off,

All that's left are the keys.

Slowly turning, turning, turning...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Interesting flow of thoughts. I liked how you used the flowers on the keys. You create vision and thoughts. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Treble]

Wow, thank you!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Terpsichore]

Very good poem. Flowers only ever sleep though, each spring they return and bring new life to the turning of the key.

T

[Treble]

Thank you so much! You're very very kind. I really appreciate this kind review.