Living Art

Living Art Maybe sought a tragic beauty in its delicate wilt; waterless-- thought not to provide demonstrative affection. No; not swallowed any guilt in apathetic utter rejection within a caustic deflection-- Abandoned at selfish will, yes, hateful pride this elegant place... Once a thriving uplifting comfort... A soothing abide hidden. Displaced. Windswept through cracked crevices a rush to hasten where; why vacancy's race? which created disheveled in a previously cherished space... Lonely. Disgraced. Soon this fading memory-- forever erased. *** A hand reaches out to remove debris... Replaces order. Felt a soothing breeze. Fingers tend to the tree. Love mends a travesty--boredom, wantonness, wastefulness... Neglect. Shadows--blown away. Sun--brightens a day. Suddenly thriving... Created new branches to reach out grasping after lasting loving memories. Suppressed revengeful imagery. Impeded. Until no longer within quest a spiteful capacity... Conceded-- Love nourished daily striving averts-- Dystrophy. Emotional Catastrophe. For love's continual ART Living in a vibrant human vase...