A Flower In A Box…who knew?
An old friend of mine named Frederick Terrell took a look at my page on Facebook. He read the posts I publicized from my blog and enjoyed it. He sent me a message stating that he liked the poem from When I Was A Poet II. He listed insights for a poem and suggested I incorporate them into a new work. Positive feedback and suggestions are always welcomed.
So I have included his phrases in a poem called Resting Place. Hope you enjoy.
My adoration for you is not a blanket
made of steel wires
Clinging to your soul weighted
It’s more like a flower in
a glass box
Enjoying you in full bloom and
letting the world see your radiance
As I place my needs to the side
And guide your dreams to the forefront
My surrender is unconditional
As well it should be
Why would I indulge in
When my sole purpose is your
My desires are your desires
I say this with no secret agenda
Except to acknowledge your freedom
To be your resting place
Robert C Price & Frederick Terrell