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little flower

mirage bloom

she's troubled pretty

closing even as she is opening

 

the weeds creep close

she knows her destiny

April is surely a cruel month

and the rain can't possibly help

 

her nourishment was never enclosed

within

her radiance a passing fancy

she looked pretty on the cover

 

before the garden devoured her

and the green thumb of envy

let her go.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/29/24

Reviews

[DIVYA]

I thought of the weeds of life. Of April as a month of transition, the rain as hardships. This April was one of learning and transition for me. Perhaps, a major turning point. The pretty little flower in this piem will be devoured inevitably, I hope she sees a happy season.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and I hope a positive turning point for you Divya...I wish you all the best things possible.
Thank you for devouring this flower of a poem.
j.

[DIVYA]

At this point, I'm just there in the moment. But it's great to be here with you, my friend.

[Andrew John]

Mention of April as a cruel month gets me wanting to take out my book of Eliot, perhaps wander to a waste land here in England, read it, and suck a lollipop. Oh, and read your lovely lines, too, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you kindly, Andrew,
j.

[Poetic Beauty]

The poor flower needed to be transplanted in a different location. This makes me sad thinking that she was devoured by her world, the garden

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Appreciate your insight, P.B.
j.

[John the Baptist]

One must wonder if the floral imagery is metaphorical for a certain type of individual, that class of females who are natural targets for aggressive men. Their bloom is truly a mirage, over before it has really begun.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, I wonder too...thanks, John.

[Papaya]

Poor flower. Reminds me of those wilting daisies.
Young girls so pretty that struggle with aging. It's hard for some women to realize that they'll never look the same as they did in their youth. Even though they're probably a million times sexier now.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Aging is so natural but some cannot do it naturally...like the woman in Plath's "Mirror"---although, I really thought that was Plath talking about herself and not liking what she saw on the inside.

[willweb]

Some are much like a flower to us, though often wilted they are discarded and forgotten, though if one takes the time to look, even wilted and colorless, a flower can still be beautiful. Nicely done Jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, beauty, especially on the inside, will last...
thank you, will,
j.

[emmajoygreen]

As for those delightful daisies they can snuggle up to small patches of moss, flirt with shallow rooted weeds, etcetera! They are Spring's enduring innocence and - most welcome, sez I!

Meanwhile, '.. her radiance a passing fancy.. she looked pretty on the cover.. before the garden devoured her.. and the green thumb of envy.. let her go.' Thus.. so it goes because ignorance is rife sometimes.

Sometimes it is the small and near hidden that set a place in humankind. Dandelions give to nature what nature passes on: insects visit, colour brightens the spirit. Many weeds are bright and enticing - once used for all kinds of goodness: medical and spiritual. By VERY careful study the wild unknown truly is a gift. See: Borage, Dock, Nettles, Meadowsweet. Plants live for a reason! (Stung by nettles? Gently rub a roll of Dock and voila, yes?!)

Not sure your metaphorical wonder said anything like that but, whilst here might as well as bore you!

[Desert Knave]

Most of my favorite flowers are the little ones (including dandelions) that have such short lives. Nicely written. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have always liked dandelions, even though I am probably not supposed to.
j.

[Thomas W Case]

Fantastic work. Very powerful.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Thomas,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear j, if the garden isn’t tended then mother nature will reclaim. The rampant weeds will suffocate the pretty little flower. Life is fleeting. For some, more so than others. Beautiful poem. It could equally apply to our own species.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your insightful words, Chris,
j.