She Loves Him Not

rootless

Foxglove and hyacinth mingled there
deeper in the forest, wild
heavy with scent and delicately swayed.
Songbirds by the waterfall
peering down at the pool
found its surface still:
unbroken but for two rootless blossoms
tossed gently to the current
from the hands of almost lovers below.

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Today’s The Daily Post prompt is Roots

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30 In 30 /#24/ Sevenling

 

SEVENLING (when told in)

When told in no uncertain terms
to stop and look and listen
most of them complied:

Some stood and stared and strained
to hear. Others—beaten—simply stood,
staring. A few could barely stand.

But everyone paid the price.