Blooming

Eva Ohil on Jan 7, 2009

Tags: bloom, flower, flowers, mind, poem, Poetry, rose

Poetry blooms in a readers mind.

Poetry is like a flower,
blooming in the reader’s mind.
It grows up from nothing,
just beginning to take shape.
A fragile bud forms
as the reader is drawn into the poem.
The imagery intensifies-
the bud shudders, falls open
and at the height of this literary masterpiece,
the bright bud blooms,
opening fully in the mind.
This may be the first, or maybe the millionth
this reader has experienced,
but inevitably it makes an impression.
And as the poem ends,
the bud withers and dies.
Yet the memory always outlasts the creation.

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Joie Schmidt on Jan 10, 2009
This is absolutely beautiful – wonderful work*

Blessings.

Sincerely,

-Liane Schmidt.
Eva Ohil on Jan 10, 2009
Dear Liane- Thank you so much. I very much admire your work, and it means a lot to me that you left a comment!

Appreciatively,

-Eva Ohil
Adam Henry Sears on Jan 25, 2009
Well, I wish I could agree that all poetry does this, but, sadly it doesn’t always happen that way. The only thing I didn’t agree with in your free verse here, is that your third line says that it grows up from nothing;: the bud of the flower is only the top layer, there’s a stem, leaves and roots, not to mention the soil the roots get their nutrients from. If poetry doesn’t start from a compassion or an image based in our lives, then it’s bud will not survive, no matter how much water we give it. Thanks for sharing.

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