Bouquet of flowers at my door
I wonder what he gave them for
Array of color, blossoms sweet
I name aloud each one to greet
Chrysanthemum you are my friend
Carnation you intrigue
Acacia, per chance a veiled, burning love for me?
Apple blossoms are so tempting to your every bribe
Ambrosia begs I must return each gesture I ascribe
Columbine is it your folly of foolishness at best?
Is that why you hang your head, you weather not the test
Anemone I fear you, forsaken love I cannot bear
Amaryllis I embrace you and all the drama you portray.
Emitting purity and promise as it’s fragrance fills the room
A bouquet so full of beauty, yet with messages unclear
More oft’ it takes a single spray of red rose to endear
A day late. 10 definitions of a single subject weaved into a poem. NaPoWiMo. net. 30 days, 30 poems.