There is a certain comfort that comes to me
every spring, from perennials I planted years ago, that still pop up, beneath dark soil.
I often wonder how in the world they survived the harshness of winter and his unforgiving and relentless frozen lashings, year after year.
It makes me think about my own survival as a young girl. Buried beneath my tender exterior, I also found a way to comfort and warm myself beneath the unforgiving cold and darkness.
I was just a child bride when the harshness of winters
lashed into me, frozen punishments that were warrantless, relentless and unforgiving. But, like a perennial I always found the strength to survive and bloom bigger and stronger every spring.
Maybe that is why today, my garden is full of hostas, lavender, cora bells and black eyed susans. Yes, there is a certain wanting that comes to me every year, beneath dark clouds of winter.
Categories:
warrantless, growing up, journey, lost
Form: Free verse
BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES
As petals fall from blossoms long denied
the beauty of their warrantless false pride
abated as love’s bubbles slow expired
drowning in a love once so desired.
Once tickling bubbles had ignited flame
to blossom in the heart unknown to shame
caressed by mindless passions sole resolve
to tend the flame of heart fully involved.
The blossoms could not stand the lurid heat
thus did the petals fall at lovers feet
last bubbles lay atop the warm champagne
first tears the many lies that lovers feign.
The scent of blossoms long expired flame
eased by the numbing bubbles empty shame.
3/25/2015
submitted to – BLOSSOMS AND BUBBLES – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Categories:
warrantless, love hurts, metaphor,
Form: Sonnet