The Magnolias Were Magnificent

a sea of luscious buds -
pink promises
ready to burst into bloom.

That night,
the freeze came,
withered the petals
to shriveled brown remains

But is this sadder
than never to have budded
at all?

April 12, 2018
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Callus Avatar
May 24, 2018 at 3:31 PM
What a delightful poem, Agnes! Even beauty is capable of sad suggestive thoughts! I compare this with the early loss of a loved child...would it have been better had it not been conceived? Regards // paul
Sands Avatar
April 22, 2018 at 10:30 AM
Excellent Agnes. So true, to have lived and budded being better than not at all :)
Krampe Avatar
April 24, 2018 at 7:20 AM
Thank you, Heidi - yes, I think so.
Gentry Avatar
April 18, 2018 at 1:01 AM
Congratulations on your win with this delightful poem! Had to laugh on last line.
Krampe Avatar
April 21, 2018 at 5:25 PM
Thank you, Susan.
Dietrich Avatar
April 17, 2018 at 1:13 AM
Beautiful work, Agnes. Keep them coming!
Krampe Avatar
April 21, 2018 at 5:19 PM
Thank you, Andrea - I'm trying. I can see from my list of poem submissions where I had phases when I am swamped at work or traveling and distracted. Hope to find some inner quiet for more writing soon.
Gauthier Avatar
April 15, 2018 at 10:16 PM
A beautiful and very witty poem, Agnes. Congrats for your most deserving podium finish.
Krampe Avatar
April 21, 2018 at 5:16 PM
Thank you, Line.
Haight Avatar
April 15, 2018 at 5:39 PM
Powerful imagery with a powerful metaphor, Agnes. Congratulations on your podium win. Hugs, Sandra
Krampe Avatar
April 21, 2018 at 5:15 PM
Thank you, Sandra.
Wigley Avatar
April 15, 2018 at 1:30 AM
Indeed, Agnes, a brief moment of joy is better than none at all. Lovely write. Viv x
Krampe Avatar
April 21, 2018 at 5:01 PM
Thank you, Viv - I believe you are right.
Onclaud Avatar
April 13, 2018 at 7:05 PM
a flower's cycle of life beautifully conveyed, agnes.. huggs
Krampe Avatar
April 21, 2018 at 5:01 PM
Thanks, Nette.
Michael Avatar
April 13, 2018 at 2:57 AM
It may be impossible to understand but a little bit of love is better than no love and a short-lived bud better than no life at all...Good message...All the best Agnes
Krampe Avatar
April 21, 2018 at 5:00 PM
Thank you, Arturo - I tend to think so, too, but sometimes I ponder...
Pigeon Tart Avatar
April 12, 2018 at 10:38 PM
Wonderful ink :) xomo!
Krampe Avatar
April 21, 2018 at 4:59 PM
Thanks, Maureen.
Turner Avatar
April 12, 2018 at 9:52 PM
I find it rather funny. The last stanza that is. The way it has been raining, they will soon bloom again. i enjoyed the read, Agnes. Made me smile. A departing shot to Tennyson:)
Turner Avatar
April 22, 2018 at 10:15 PM
Tennyson said," Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all." Your last verse brought that to my mind. It's all good, Ms Agnes:)
Krampe Avatar
April 21, 2018 at 4:56 PM
Thanks, Daniel. Please explain the Tennyson reference, I didn't get that. I hope you are right and the trees recover.
Roper Avatar
April 12, 2018 at 8:17 PM
Nicely done, Agnes, the cold does tend to take away our beauty in our flowers.. Hugs Eve ~`*
Krampe Avatar
April 21, 2018 at 4:54 PM
Thank you, Eve. We did have a very cold and long winter this year.
B. Avatar
April 12, 2018 at 5:19 PM
Awesome creativity Agnes!! Brava!!
Krampe Avatar
April 21, 2018 at 4:53 PM
thank you for your visit, Robertina.
Allison Avatar
April 12, 2018 at 5:01 PM
Beautiful but sad imagery and I love the alliteration in the title Agnes, we are at the mercy of the forces of nature and i can't answer your final question:-( hugs jan xx
Krampe Avatar
April 21, 2018 at 4:53 PM
Thank you, Jan. It's a question to ponder with no easy answer.
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