Bloom

 

 

 

 

 

She'd just moved in...

Outside- beside her chipped paint porch, was a tiny pond.
The weekend was here and so she decided to clean it.

Upon removing the last bit of algae, she found a dying lotus.
It was barely recognizable as such, but she knew it was.

She touched its delicate, slumping green arms and spoke.
Her tone was ever so gentle, just enough to let the flower know she was there and... that she cared.

Every morning and night, she was found by the pond side,
singing, praying and nurturing her lost bud, floating.

One day, during her daily ritual of visiting the water,
she saw a blur of color emerging at the surface.

It was bright yellow and stunning from arm to head.
Her lotus flower was alive and well, smiling, the way she did

for it, even in its most repelling appearances and times.
Every day now, the lotus honors her too, greeting sun and moon.

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

I talk to my plants, after all they are alive..
I love this ,, it shows love and tanacity.. and a woman who is very compassionate..
And in the end we see the Lotus appreciated it.
To me this could also be about our relationships with people.. nuture and love and recieve it in return.

Chloe
xoxo

[Emily B]

Oh, wow, Jenny. This is beautiful. The lotus bloomed to reflect the beauty of the sun. The poet smiled to reflect the beauty of the Universe.

[Ladysue]

This was a tender, nurturing poem. More people in the world should have these qualities. Great piece.

[Gordon Greene]

The tenderness of this piece reflects the tenderness of a thoughtful poet.

"She touched its delicate, slumping green arms and spoke.
Her tone was ever so gentle, just enough to let the flower know she was there and... that she cared."

There's nothing I can add. This is a delicate, beautiful and hopeful poem...
Gordon