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I am the heart
that broke,
the gardenia that withered
and died
on your window sill.

I prayed
for your love to come
to my aid,
to save me from death,
but I was wrong.

I flowered,
withered and died
in silence,
the agonizing scent
of regret on my final breath.

Poetry by Nathalia
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Written on 2023-01-19 at 07:14

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Nathalia pleased to read your poem,
Gardenia, loved the analogy great read.
Regards Alan.

D G Moody
Taught, neat, not a word wasted.

A really beautiful piece.
You write with great sensitivity and elegance.
Each one that I have read to date has been compelling:)

This is so sensitive and beautiful:)

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Longing and beautiful

Elle x

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Short lines and sad sentiments. Very nicely written and it flows beautifully. My mother would sometimes sing "If You Wear A Little White Gardenia" and this brought back memories of that. Thank you so much.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Unlike William's mother, I love gardenias. I also like this poem. It weaves a melancholy trail with clear and focused use of words that leaves me having to feel the poem, which I do strongly.


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is another poem of yours which is perfectly paced; wonderful craftsmanship.

My mother, a southern woman, hated gardenias--because they were the flowers most often planted in cemeteries. Of course, that has nothing to do with you poem, but it just reminded me. I like the flower analogy here and the detail that the plant bloomed before dying of heartbreak and neglect. Great read.