preciously tender seeds
raked over
as they were
in muck
desperate like weeds
in gardens so green
to sprout up their own
sort of luck
miserly malcontent
eat your foolhardy lunch
if wondering were a time
well worth spent
you'd be the bur in the hunch
in such tart whimsy
you battle the bats in the belfry
a murder of words is
your pain's mystery
a colorful character you were
crying on about some
spoiled holiday
when starvation and floods
that day
likely made the head lines
an angel you seemed
to the masses and many
but a lost little girl
you became
publicly dying
as you dared to live
out a more acceptable
fairytale dream
and now today here
some 14 years plus change
later
I read a factual
but kind leaning novel about
your life
and my views switched out
this way and that
realizing your disappointment
fragility and emptiness
you wrapped up in your steel
backbone, courage and charm
you broke from your nightmare
fairy tale web
then found a little true love
and like the butterfly
the world always knew you were
you flew gracefully and quick
until you were stopped dead
the over eagerness of the paparazzi
became your final flight's net.............
(Nov. 18, 2011 547pm)
I knew it was Diana before I
I knew it was Diana before I finished your poem well done loved it! :)
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Yes, I don't believe i cloaked the poem well............
I wanted the reader to figure out it was Princess Diana. I read many books on her. Thanks for reading. glad you enjoyed, Sincerely, Melissa