It's bright colored petals
reaching up, then cutely curling
like a tease, asking
"Do you love me?"
I inhaled its scented gift
of earth's ephemeral softness
containing misty messages about me
being a little flower too
in the spectrum of eternity's rhythm -
blooming ... wilting ...blooming.
being a little flower too
in the spectrum of eternity's rhythm -
blooming ... wilting ...blooming.
"Do you love me?"
It repeated through its soul
as if my love encompased all
a little flower ever needed.
It dried, died
But it's question still remains.
Repeatedly, I respond...
(For Poets United.)
I like the way you have given life to this flower, given it kind of a teasing personality. I can almost picture now holding a flower in my hand and having ot speak to me. Smiles.
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Sigh.. there is a certain wistfulness about those lines..
Beautifully penned.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
I think we should do more of this and interact with nature and not just use it and walk on. That we see the beauty of the world is such a gift and we should make the most of it. Sadly we are also the great destroyers and must be wary of losing what we love.
ReplyDeleteI love how your flower brings you both inside and outside yourself--beautifully said!
ReplyDeleteYes, I too see God in a flower, in an hour, wanting to be loved.
ReplyDeleteSO beautiful. Flowers, trees, plants, all love to be talked to and appreciated........I have a glorious clematis vine climbing the trellis on my porch arching over where I walk up the steps into my place....I thank it so often........I love this poem, and the wonderful heart of yours that shines through every line...........beautiful, Myrna!
ReplyDeleteI recently found a dried flower I had placed in a book, it brought a smile to my face and I thought the flower died but, it still was full of life...
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enjoyed that..the ephemeral cycle of life and death.
in the spectrum of eternity's rhythm -
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the ephemeral cycle of life and death.. nicely done.
Beautiful. I loved the link to the cyclical nature of life too. Thank you. As always.
ReplyDeleteSuch sweetness and tenderness here.
ReplyDeleteHow beautifully you've captivated "eternity's rhythm of blooming and wilting" in your line Myrna...a beautiful all inclusive view of life.....
ReplyDeleteI really like the last stanza. And isn't that the sad truth? Sometimes we wait until we've lost a loved one to be brave enough to tell them exactly how we feel about them. But by then, they can't hear us anymore. This is especially potent if you're talking about a child.
ReplyDeleteA wonderfully constructed poem - like each petal carefully preserved and metered out - to last..to love..to treasure..i hope i got the right answer - i suspect i might have
ReplyDeleteYes, I understand. It's the season for daffodils, and no flower encases my life more thoroughly.
ReplyDelete"It dried, died
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Repeatedly, I respond..." ah...such a gentle and tender rendition!Love it!!:)
It dried...it died...which happens to everything. The question is...is that all? Thought provoking.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem!! And what a beautiful thought!! Earth's ephemeral softness...a little flower in the spectrum of eternity's rhythm...such attractive phrases. Love it!
ReplyDeleteA flower can symbolise so much, Myrna, and I think your poem catches that all-important symbolism of love's doubt expressed. Lovely write!
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