While Roses Slumber

The fist emblazoned promise-

nestled in Winter’s arms-

 

bloomed well before Easter-

rushing Spring in all her charm-

 

The Daffodils came early-

with yellows all aglow

 

while the roses sweetly slumbered-

resting in their rows-

the dogwoods quickly followed-

so, nev'- they be alone.

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

For me, conversations with plant life have always been a tricky endeavor. In the first place, I always have to remind myself that the very nature of my captivation is a product of its manipulation... Like the bees, I am attracted to the pretty colors and their alluring fragrances. So right from the start, they have me add the pollination dynamic and seed-spreading motivation and quickly I come to realize that these flowers and plants are basically just controlling me for their own purposes and of course, I am a willing participant because I give in to the temptation to surround myself in their beauty but in the end, they will wither till next spring and once again I will be left alone and wishing to repeat the cycle over again! Is it all surprising that I equate flowers with femininity?

[Cherrie Palmer]

Maybe, the flowers 💐 have manipulated us whispering to us. Helping us grow.

[Robert Trakofler]

LOL, I was hoping my review would illicit a chuckle from you:)

[William Michael Reeves]

Nice abbreviation there. So nev'. They nev'. It works and catches the mind. Lonely flowers just don't look right. They need company. Even if it's a tree. The roses slumbering verse rests very nicely in my mental row!

[Cherrie Palmer]

I kind of like that line too. Takes on a animated vibe.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Cherrie… “while the Roses sweetly slumbered— resting in their rows”… your poetry has given me a Prayer as the Sun and Rain fall and nourish each lovely Petal … I have added a Red Rose to my Garden. tenderly, Pat

[Cherrie Palmer]

My row of roses have been savaged by a litter of puppies pulled up and replanted I'm hoping they will be finer than ever. But we'll see.

[willweb]

We have our daffodils and irises blooming and one Hyacinth, which I have always had a hard time with. So many colors have come to greet the spring. Your poem is a garden of beauty and a little piece of springtime.
No dogwoods down here though...

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love the jewels of the forest in early Spring; the dogwoods, bradfords, and the redbuds and the cherry blossoms litter the countryside. They are always a welcomed sight.

[Chris Shaw]

Roses are at their best in June but the daffodils are glorious when they herald spring. Enjoyed the couplet format here Cherrie. All the best.

Cherrie

[Cherrie Palmer]

If this year doesn't slow down June here and gone before we know it.

[red93]

Excellent Cherrie - the Joys of Spring - all returning Light and Colour - so glad you have the daffs in the States ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Cherrie Palmer]

My yard is full of them

[red93]

Beautiful ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Gee]

What to say apart from jealous:)
This is my kind of poetry, rhyming with good rhythm and as Jacob said with an old fashioned vibe.
Hope you are well Cherrie

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you:) I seem to be up to my elbows in old vibes lol
Anywho I was was hoping for that effect.
We're doing good I just don't seem to have enough time in my day.

[Lorry]

So beautifully put. I am now wondering if in the rhythm of nature, how microscopically small does it go, as I stretch and yawn on the sofa, just about ready for days end, as I stretch and yawn, ready for bed, to waken once more in this never ending cycle of being.
I wonder if I will feel more part of that cycle if I read this again tomorrow, as I yawn and stretch awake, into a bright new day

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes that's what I love about nature. It's like my Monday night meatloaf a repeated Monday offering but never the same twice.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I just love old poetry...and this certainly has that flavor..."nev'"
I like that...and no trees want to blossom alone...they long for company, just like humans.
May we all wake together and blossom.
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love reading old poetry the feel it gives and the images it weaves. I too am a hugh fan.
There always seems to be a deeper element in them. The essence of creativity.
And thank you for such a lovely review.