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Blossom
by Uriel TovarCherry blossoms
Bloom
And fall
Carried and scattered
To the wind
Exploding into the air
In hues of white
Pink and scarlet red
Left brighter
And more fragrant
By the Setting sun of
A Spring evening.
Each petal
Serving its purpose
Bringing fruit to the branch
A beautiful array of life
And death
Captured in a perpetual cycle:
Nature to art to human necessity.
Time
Like the wind
Becomes the force of
Change
Only for us to realize that
Change becomes consistency
Through this age ole struggle.
Through this beauty comes death
In death we realize
The true meaning of life
An immortal birth
Through the legacies we are forced to forge--
An eternal instance burnt into the background
Of a fragrant landscape.
05/05/2012 Posted on 05/05/2012
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 05/05/12 at 04:21 PM "*" |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 05/06/12 at 09:19 PM "*" means "stellar" (imho) |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 05/19/12 at 08:06 PM I like the cyclic inferences here. It's all from which "angle" we look at it. Maybe Emerson said it best, "Man is fallen; nature is erect, and serves as a differential thermometer, detecting the presence or absence of the divine sentiment in man". I enjoyed this one. Thanks.
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| Posted by Jody Pratt on 05/22/12 at 03:22 PM I like this, but (as you asked for constructive criticism) I think the poem would be served well with more imagery used to let the reader come to the same conclusions as opposed to telling them strait out. Example:
"The winds of time
force change in spurs
and circles twisted
into predictable wind patterns;
an age ole struggle." |
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