Picking Petals Off A Flower
(He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not)
She sat alone by the creek
On a spring day, warm and mild
Picking petals off a flower
Just like a curious child
Playing the game, saying,
“He loves me, he loves me not”
Each pulled off petal brought her closer
To the answer she sought
But when the flower was half bare,
She stopped plucking, painfully aware
She was unable to continue the game
Petals strewn everywhere
Her mind baffled about why she relied
On a flower’s prediction
Of whether her lover really cared
A worrisome depiction
With further concern, she reconsidered,
Second guessing
Whether she knew true love at all
Even with him confessing
For why was she picking petals for answers?
Such insecurity!
Just by inquiring gave the answer –
His love was not meant to be
She let go of the blighted rose
Let it float downstream in the creek
Her mercurial mind, with fraught revelation,
Rendered her weak
She realized the implication in -
He loves me, he loves me not
A silly game that gave her more insight
Than she ever thought
BY
POETESS CHERIE SUMNER
