I wonder all the time how the snipping, snapping flowers <br />ever manage to grow? Rushing up through the dirt of <br />their existence, raising the cheer of the newly born. <br /> <br />Other weeds attack with gusto, other opinions will <br />be presented. Grasping, grabbing hands will reach <br />like claws for solutions. They will demand and stand <br />for no resistance. They will capture every flag. <br /> <br />I wonder why the light bulbs go out when they do? I wonder <br />why the words I'm saying will never amount to anything? <br /> <br />We are all rather like that, endless whispers of promises <br />that we never have any intention of keeping. Blowing <br />smoke bubbles of deceptions we are ensured of always being. <br /> <br />Regardless of the time of day, everything always seems to <br />go on with the same sense of failure. Knotted stomach <br />muscles suggesting that the era of peace we proclaimed with <br />our social revolution was nothing more than shadow puppets <br />flickering on the empty white wall. I wonder why my tongue <br />only tastes the victory of potted plant mentalities. <br /> <br />Will we ever decide to wander out into the rain together? <br />Letting the raindrops wet our perceptive smiles as we <br />grin like melted plastic in a garbage can by the roadside. <br /> <br />Don't promise me checks and balances when the very <br />world is contrary to determined sets of standards. <br /> <br />I wonder all the time how the snipping, snapping flowers <br />ever manage to grow? Rushing up through the dirt of <br />their existence, raising the cheer of the newly born.<br /><br />Chris G. Vaillancourt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snipping-snapping-flowers/
