Everyone always wants to say something nice, and that is very sweet, but it doesn't help me grow as a writer.
What's wrong with this poem? If you can't think of how to make it better, still tell me...but if you can suggest something better that will fit the meter (it's stretched in a couple places, I know) and the rhyme, all the better!
2006-10-26
12:44:27
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The Lily of the Mountains
A tragedy written by Ian S. Montgomery
© 2005 Ian S. Montgomery. All rights reserved.
In lands of emerald valleys and cascading crystal fountains,
Up from a meadow carpeted in gold Arnica stands,
--Just as you, lovely blossom, grace the parched Sonoran sands--
Bloomed one lone Mariposa: the Lily of the Mountains.
“What gorgeous fields of wildflowers!” commented passers-by.
With naught but Arnica to fill her humble field of view,
She drooped her pretty petals and lamented, “So, it’s true:
These flowers that surround me are more beautiful than I.
“More beautiful,” she thought, “as far as petals go, means more.”
And so resolved, now taking hold with all her sepals’ strength,
She rent each delicate petal three times along its length,
And sported now a dozen, having turned each one to four.
2006-10-26
12:44:40 ·
update #1
The Mariposa racked her mind for methods not yet tried.
Beholding pine tree pollen fallen freshly all around,
She slowly bowed, as flowers do, to the dew-dampened ground,
And three days spent thus wilted left her snowy petals dyed.
With twelve thin petals yellowed by the moistened pollen powder,
She popped her pistil forward; her corolla swept behind:
A simple, final step in metamorphosis designed
To make the Lily look like any Arnica about her.
A man with Lupine, Paintbrush, Rose, and Bitterroot in hand
Hiked up, seeking a centerpiece to finish his bouquet.
He grieved, “Here’s not one flower worthy of my fiancée.
Oh, for a Mariposa, loveliest in all the land!”
Although the former Lily heard, she never came to see.
Her petals flushed in anger, and her nectars seethed and boiled:
“The nerve of him, to say such things! And after all I’ve toiled
To make myself the beauty that I’ve always longed to be.”
2006-10-26
12:45:03 ·
update #2