Poem On Flowers Novels & Stories

aniya at kinikilig na tuluyang lumabas. Napailing ako at napako ang tingin ko sa note. Kinuha ko iyon at binuklat upang basahin “Flowers for my gorgeous wife. Peonies—soft yet strong, just like you.” Napatingin ako sa bouquet na ngayon ay nasa ibabaw ng mesa. The scent was light, sweet, and calming. I closed my eyes for a moment. Oh Caleb, what are you doing to me?

“Red Chrysanthemum. These fiery red flowers are all about love and passion.” “Where the hell did you even get those definitions?” natatawang tanong ni Charles. “Dati ka bang flower shop owner?” “Hindi.” Ngumisi ito. “Iba-iba ang meaning niyan, alam ko. Iba’t ibang babae rin kasi ang binibigyan ko.”

“It’s gypsophila flower seeds. You love gardening at the moment so I thought to buy you one so that you have something to work on just in case you’re having bad thoughts.” Parang may humaplos sa puso ko dahil sa sinabi niyang iyon. “If you think you don’t have any reason to wake up in the morning, I hope these flowers will give you one. You don’t want these beautiful flowers to wither right? And when it blooms, I hope it will remind you of something.” “At ano naman?” “Figure it out yourself.” “Ano? Abnormal ka ba? Hindi naman tayo parehas ng iniisip. Malay ko ba kung ano ‘yung gusto mong ipahiwatig.”

“Ang ganda kasi ng bloom sa garden. So pumitas ako.” Umirap si Czarina. “They’re blooming fine sa garden. Bakit mo pa pinitas?” Sumandal si Wendy at tinaasan siya ng kilay. “Because flowers have short lives,” sabi niya, parang nagdadrama. “So dapat sa pinakamagandang moment nila, ibinibigay nila yung pinaka-vibrant nilang beauty… para mapasaya yung nakatingin.” Naningkit ang mata ni Czarina.

Ang hangin ay puno ng matamis na halimuyak ng mga sunflower, isang masarap na amoy na humahalo sa banayad na simoy ng hangin, na lumilikha ng isang nakalalasing na simponya para sa mga pandama. Ang mga sunflower ay nakatayong matayog at mapagmataas, ang kanilang matingkad na dilaw na talulot ay umaabot sa langit na parang nababanaag sa sikat ng araw. Ang kanilang nakakabighaning kagandahan ay lumilikha ng isang kaakit-akit na tanawin, na nagbibigay ng ginintuang liwanag sa nakapalibot na mga patlang. Ang bawat sunflower, na may masalimuot na mga detalye at natatanging personalidad, ay tila nagpapalabas ng kagalakan at kasiglahan.

Nanatili sa hintayan ang kanilang mga kasama at sina Lara at Carmelita lamang ang namasyal sa garden. “Look at the flower’s, Lara! Oh they are such a beauty!” masayang sabi ni Cristina habang ipinapaikot ang tingin sa malawak na garden. “I don’t know with you but I am always amazed by how these flowers patiently follow the sun,” dugtong pa ng matandang babae, hinayon ng tingin ang liwanag ng papalubog na araw sa ‘di kalayuan. “It reminds me of life. Each of us chase after our own sun, don’t we? That light that makes our hearts full and faces shine. The light that makes our soul glow and grow. And yet, after all of the chasing the light disappears and so is life.”

Sa huli may parte pa rin sakin na gustong kumawala. Nilibot ko ang paningin ko. My heart ache at the thought of the young Morana's heart who hope and trust. The red and white flowers remind me of how passionate we dream of having a life together and planning to have a garden full of my favorite flowers. Sa malayong dako nakita ko ang paborito kong bulaklak ngunit kakaiba nga lang ang kulay. A pink camellia blooms in the middle of the red ones. He break me. He crumpled me. He tore me apart... But the arrogant and proud Acheros somehow fulfill one of his promises.

"This flower will help you feel calm and reduce your stress." Hindi mapigilang mapangiti ni Kaia sa thoughtfulness na iyon ng kanyang nobyo. Nakangiti niyang inabot ang pink chrysanthemum at saka mabilis na ginawaran ng halik sa labi si Caelum bilang pasasalamat. "Thank you, love." Masuyong ngumiti si Caelum sa kanya at kinuha ang kamay niya at dinala iyon sa labi at h******n.

"But these are just flowers. They only happened to sprout—" "Every time someone is about to die." Putol ko sa kanya. Hindi kaagad naniwala si Elijah. Alam ko na mahirap din itong paniwalaan. How can a flower tell on your impending death? "I know it's hard to believe, but are you not wondering why they suddenly sprouted, when they are not even here when we arrived?" Natahimik si Elijah. He's trying to contemplate what I said. "Are you saying that...the people suffering from the—"

I don't want him to misunderstand more. We were welcomed by the heavenly scent of different kinds of flowers. I'm also teary-eyed as I travel my eyes to the surroundings, of how the sun complimented and highlighted the enticing flowers. Damn this place is legit an aesthetic! Dumaan kami sa wisteria flower tunnel at kung hindi pa ako inaya ni Paris na pumunta sa kaskad, doon nalang siguro ako buong maghapong nakauupo sa bench sa ilalim ng wisteria.