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Click hereSomehow the light seems to linger, an
understanding of sorts, between
night and day. By now most blooms have
fallen but she holds onto her petals
longer than she should, wanting to protect them
own them, but she reminds herself that
winter is approaching and flowers will die
even our mothers must pass she sighs and
relinquishes her seeds to the cooling ground.
- COMMENTS
Drbeamer3333almost 11 years agoI just picked up on the sunflower aspect. This is actually very, very good. I have just become a fan.
gi_janetabout 12 years agowe had an early snowstorm this year - the wind conspired with the snow to snap even the mightiest trees. now - in the dead of winter - the lesser siblings, who suffered worse, are the only remaining still dressed in leaves. nature discards the dead to protect the living. thank you for showing the dying as a protective mother.
Anonymousover 12 years agos-u-n-f-l-o-w-e-r/ way cool Maria, sneaking in an acrosstic.
Anonymousabout 13 years agoOne in the same struggles that all living organisms must cope with.
Thank you for the privilege of reading your intuitive expression of the evolutionary and emotional connectivity .of nature and the human species… specifically procreation and/or motherhood.
Sincerely,
Jes_da_man
Anonymousabout 13 years agoThere's a feeling of coolness, spareness about this which gives it a feel of an end or of winter as a metaphor, but I think it might even be better if gently pruned, particularly in the first few lines.
The light lingers,an understanding, between night and day... maybe but maybe not.
Ishtat (sorry can't register for some reason)
vrosej10about 13 years agoThis is a good poem but it didn't quite hit it for me and I think this is a matter of taste, nothing to do with your talent.
fridayamabout 13 years agocontinuing exploration of womanhood. This is lovely and, for a man, both enlightening and disquieting.
Angelineabout 13 years agoyour poetry wings here and you still have the gift, you always will. And of course you write about your garden and it becomes a metaphor for so many things. I'm waiting for one of your more narrative pieces because I love when you tell stories in your poems. But this is a lovely image of a poem and filled with emotion. :-)
