Flowers of Life

Life and changes that come along, breakups, remnants we leave behind, memories

Flowers of Life

 

My yellow and white daffodils of every flavored scent,

Gathered together to protect their fragile petals,

Never sorrowful cheerfully awaiting tomorrow,

But the groundhog dug holes, eating the seeds

In the rows that I hoped, now packed full of weeds.

 

Heavy coated colorful lilies, exotic unencumbered,

Restless for touches planted in garden’s summer,

With great care I took, but now impatiently thirsting,

Like me, for delicate tender touches of the earth’s wonders.

 

The weeping cherry tree splattered tiny white blossoms,

A blizzard conquered melancholy, but never forgotten.

Not to be a noble one sculpted by tradition, still

Sentimentality rushes inside never unforgiving,

 

Their veins filled but altered now awaiting the villain’s slaughter,

I weaned away my flowers, conquered love's burden and strife,

But still abandoned, no funeral; Mourning does take its time. 

 

Cut down the ashen bulbs of lavender and white crocus,

Red tulips and all my colorful roses, wrung in the dirt,

By the hard rocks invading the dwelling’s circumference,

Another unwise Sacrifice for martyrdom,  

 

Terminating my affections, returning unrelenting,

But too heavy a toll, my acquaintance severed,

With a machete:

Fiend, flower hater, garbage maker, morbid master,

  

But how I did love the cheerfulness most of all,

Every summer, spring, winter and fall,

Though now I’ve crossed my heart of it all,

I did tenderly care for my flowers that lie.

 

So where did my glorious garden go? 

I heard the weeping cherry is not fairing,

Ruined with hard knocks, aphids, mites,

Pine needles, women haters, (FORGET-me-Knots)

and what not.

No pity for soft petals that fell upon brown leafs,

That speak of unfastened pain, vigilantly raked away,

So quickly and carelessly they perish beneath old oak trees.

Author's Note

Cheerfullness is a type of Dafodill: Weeping Cherry is a beautiful tree.Thank you for your reviews, it is greatly appreciated; any corrections. Thank you in advance for reading. I really appreciate it!

Reviews

[willweb]

Dale, this one started off so happily and quickly turned to sadness. the losing or destroying of what is so special to us. By our own hand we chip away until all we have left are memories of the beauty we once knew...now weeds, bugs and knife marks remain. Well done but oh so sad.

[Angad Waraich]

A great piece with vivid imagery , and filled with wild imagination.
A great write ma'am.
-Angad

[dan]

Dale, Wow, this piece is dazzlingly beautiful. I like how you treat the feelings for your flowers in humanlike terms. Cutting them is murder, as if for a funeral...a very clever metaphor worked to perfection. Your writing, like a flower, has seemed to blossom lately; it's always been good but it seems as if you've found a new shaft of ideas to mine, a second wind, if you will. I'm going to start calling you butter, because you're on a roll. Keep it up! take caer...dan

[Raja Anjana Kothapalli]

This is a absolutely amazing Poem! I have enjoyed reading it a lot.
You havr great imagination! Thanks for sharing! :)
-Anjana

[Michelle Gent]

Absolutely perfect. Love the imagery. And layers of sensory. Beautiful.

[Pushkar Prabhat]

brilliant metaphors, vivid images.......
life and nature is synonymous.....
the analogies coherent.....
masterful write....
very thought provoking!!!
i loved it!!!!
:)

[Emily]

Wonderful metaphor and imagery, but it took me a while to read- I think it's a little over my head. Good read, though!

[MomzillaNC]

A poem of blossoming sadness…

NOTES:
Their veins filled but altered now awaiting the villain’s slaughter,
I weaned away my flowers, conquered [love's] burden and strife,
But still abandoned, no funeral; Mourning does take [its] time.

[Confuser]

OOOWa, Thank you so much MomzillaNC!

[MomzillaNC]

yw :)

[Confuser]

Must let me know when the next chapter is ready! I will be reading your first book next. I know I am slow, but I will get to it. Such wonderful writing!

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you. I'm still working on the next section of the current chapter. It's rather a slog as I couldn't get any help from lawyers -- they won't say "boo" without being paid. I'm having to rely on other writings and TV and movie court scenes. I'm afraid it doesn't feel terribly authentic to me.

[Confuser]

I'm certain it will be fantastic! And you're correct about attorney & fees; have one in the family and would probably charge me! I watched Jodey Arias trial and others; go to sleep watching ID discovery; Woe..you can get trial data under the Freedom of Information Act. I know that's time consuming, but absolutely true.

[MomzillaNC]

I can get dry details, but not the ways the evidence and dialogue would be delivered for maximum impact.

[Confuser]

I'm sure you knew that......anyway......I would never ever ever consider writing a book: woe, I don't care how many years, I could never do it. I know that; way too hard. You are very, very good.

[Confuser]

It will be great; you are a perfectionist; it shows in your work; you are resourceful. I know it will be wonderful. But darn it!

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you.

[Confuser]

You are welcome!

[Chris]

Dale, this is a dear and compelling piece.

I know these are very uncertain and fearful times for you and yours... I just wanted to say you are in my thoughts. Take care.

Chris

[Confuser]

Chris, you are so kind to read my words. I appreciate it so, so very much; your opinion means so much to me. Thank you again.

[Riss Ryker]

This is a beautiful poem, Confuser, and as a flower fanatic myself, I could relate to every word. I think maybe the use of commas is a little over used, (for example, no comma is needed after groundhog in the first verse) but other then that, I LOVED the imagery you paint for the reader. Excellent!

[Ana B.]

This one goes in my library...a beautiful mingle of beauty, pain, and yearning....after all, we all have our garden, which is so fragile...

[Confuser]

If you have sent me a reading request will get to it this weekend hopefully; leaving soon; out of town with my oldest daughter. Thank you so much for reading.

[Ana B.]

No worries Dale, have a good time with your daughter :)

[Confuser]

Just read Blame, but must re-read. Wow, great work.

[Ana B.]

Its one of my first writes...thank you.

[Confuser]

Wow. You know I'm knew to writing. Paper Heart for my daughter, first one. I am amazed at your talent.

[Ana B.]

Well, I am writing for almost 2 years....still new to all of this and tones to learn yet. But, in my experience time in this ''affair'' doesn't mean much. So keep going on, your stuff is more than great :D

[Confuser]

Thank you! Actually, for the first time recently, someone read and commented on a poem, Ten Toes, I read it, and wrote back; you know, for my 3rd poem, it is OKAY! I write quickly, maybe I'll try to slow down, that poem took no time really. Isn't it funny, how sometimes, words, flow? I don't know; it is good to express ourselves. I have never taken time for myself, not even to read popular poetry; do things backwards I suppose, but I learn so much from people, like you! Thank you.

[Ana B.]

I'm very glad you think so....honestly i don't follow popular poetry and yeah....the world just flow....that is inspiration :D I write best like that......everybody should i think.