Sunday, April 9, 2017

FLOWERS








I know most of these are considered weeds.  But to me,
they are still beautiful.  The desert blooms in Spring.




I must write a poem about flowers 
Everywhere I walk, I see
Splattered, scattered bunches of color
Made of something delicate, inimitable, 
pure ethereal fabric of joy

I observe their nature
Entirely grounded in giving
But their gifting essence 
never satiates my hunger
No matter how much 
of their beauty I'm consuming

My obsession demands augmentation
It's not enough for me to touch, to see, to smell
I must articulate, commemorate, perpetuate
But my poem is insufficient 
To express what flowers do

Humbly I stare with admiration
Simply accepting their wondrous gift 
Hoping that magically I've ingested seeds
Enough for flower colored words
To germinate within me





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16 comments:

  1. Cressida de NovaApril 9, 2017 at 9:02 AM

    Indeed you have been successful in germinating colour in your lovely Spring poem.

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  2. TruedessaApril 9, 2017 at 11:18 AM

    Flowers are incredibly beautiful, I adore them. I think you have done an excellent job of planting seeds of thoughts into words.

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyApril 9, 2017 at 12:52 PM

    I love the ingesting of seeds to turn into words of beauty - and you have done just that, my friend.

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  4. JulianApril 9, 2017 at 1:06 PM

    I enjoyed your poetry.

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  5. Elephant's ChildApril 9, 2017 at 2:32 PM

    You most definitely did ingest the seeds. This is a lovely tribute to the ephemeral magic of spring.

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  6. Sanaa RizviApril 9, 2017 at 2:44 PM

    This is soo beautifully serene.. a lovely poem for Spring!❤️

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  7. ZQApril 9, 2017 at 2:59 PM

    May the seed be with you :)
    Wonderful images.
    ZQ

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  8. ayalaApril 9, 2017 at 3:13 PM

    A lovely spring poem :)

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  9. MaryApril 9, 2017 at 3:31 PM

    I know what you mean. There is so much beauty in flowers, but it is so very hard to capture it in words. To try at all is an accomplishment, and your words accomplished it well.

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  10. Old EggApril 9, 2017 at 5:02 PM

    Perhaps you will come back as a bee in your next life Myrna, as you have the right credentials for the job.

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  11. Wendy BourkeApril 9, 2017 at 5:42 PM

    I love the first line in this: I must write a poem about flowers ... such a lovely little 'note-to-self' that sets up what follows so beautifully and really serves to illustrate how, sometimes, poems simply write themselves. A really pretty piece. So fresh and sweet and brimming with gratitude. I liked this one very much, Myrna.

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  12. ✿April 9, 2017 at 6:51 PM

    I love this! Especially this part:

    "Humbly I stare with admiration
    Simply accepting their wondrous gift"

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  13. colleenApril 9, 2017 at 7:31 PM

    I trust the tulips. Better than an anti-depressant.

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  14. kaykualaApril 9, 2017 at 8:14 PM

    Hoping that magically I've ingested seeds
    Enough for flower colored words
    To germinate within me

    It certainly does Myrna! If one looks at the good in life the goodness has a way of making it back!


    Hank

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  15. Rosemary Nissen-WadeApril 9, 2017 at 10:00 PM

    All lovely, and what a gorgeous culmination.

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  16. SusanApril 9, 2017 at 11:36 PM

    "It's not enough for me to touch, to see, to smell
    I must articulate, commemorate, perpetuate"

    in "flower-colored words"

    You have captured the essence by saying you can't catch it, that mysterious spark of life

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