Perfect Blossom

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I have seen the cherry blossoms grow and
wax then
fall
or drift and laugh in
tumbled flight
over the petalled air and

I

have seen
the honeyed blade cleave butterflies
with its sere cut scything
four wings into pairs, well

not seen it is
a puzzle of light the
stroke of no mind takes
no time, the
eye

cannot frame its stillness, I

have spent this lifetime
scrying the waxing year for the perfect
blossom
but it
eludes me still

-30-

Kingston, Ontario, July 23, 2004

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flyguy69flyguy69over 19 years ago
Love the optimism

A waxing year that lasts a lifetime! A joyful poem, despite the frustration.

tarablackwood22tarablackwood22almost 20 years ago
soft....

...and beautiful. Your words can move like tiny, summer breezes and are quite stunning at times. You and I have never discussed line breakage, and spacing. I would like to do that. You do some startling things that usually seem to work, things I would never even consider. Wonderful poem, JC.

twelveoonetwelveoonealmost 20 years ago
Perfect Poem

I am confused about the use of the word "waxing" other than that, reading this is truly humbling, haunting me with the realization that I could never match the economy, the imagery.

I feel inadequate even commenting.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 20 years ago
Aye!

The eyes (I's) have it. I like this poem, I see it as a wistful plea for happiness.

I don't use the thermometer.

perksperksalmost 20 years ago
perkspective

I don't use the rating thermometers.

My perkspective on your poem is posted in the poetry forum on the new poems thread.

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