any picture comes to my mind,
i try to give it a body of words,
love to sit on other blooms,
for honey, color, fragrance........
If only we could keep on blooming ourselves, but sadly that is not so. A wistfully sad poem Sumana.
A tinge of sadness and the inevitability of life...
I echo my comment on Old Egg's poem - flowers symbolise so much..the very essence of life and survival..and also the fragility of being...it is often when we lose something that those flowers seem to touch us even more..a beautiful poem..
Beautiful – and I could almost smell the fragrance, not only from the picture but your words.
And so it was a beautiful spirit of beauty ~ May we always remember what it meant ~
This is so beautiful though tinged with sadness
your prompt proves you have the spirit of beauty still Sumana - some of us lose it with age
My favourite lines"It whispered in fragranceTo forget it never"For such as this the facet of memories is neededThanks for a lovely mid week prompt Sumanamuch love...
Oh beauty, o sorrow. This poem is such a reminder to "be here now" in the beginnings and ripeness of life when beauty whispers with scent--beautiful imagery--so we need not look back in regret at what we missed.
Beautiful poem. Flowers are short lived. Enjoy and remember every moment of their beauty.
Gosh this poem is packed with wisdom pure in words!!Beautifully written.Lots of love,Sanaa
So beautiful, Sumana. I can see that gift of beauty and innocence, and hear the mourning of its loss. Sigh. This goes straight to the heart.
There it is… the full circle of life.The voice has both gentleness and clarity! Beautiful...Loved this poem, Sumana.
Profound words...we understand the true value of love and beauty once it is gone. ...very nicely penned, Sumanadi... :-)
Lucky you--to know and understand why we get certain gifts in life--beautiful write Sumana!
I love the lesson in this. Beautiful writing Sumana.
The beautiful fragrance of our lives wafts into many places doesn't it? Even when we are no longer in bloom. A fine prompt today.
A lovely poem - soft petals of innocence..whispered in fragrance touches the senses.
As a symbol, ever stalwart.
It has reminded me of the old HINDI song, AANEWALA PAL JAANE WAL HAIHO SAKETHO ISME ZINDAGE BITADO PAL JO YE JAANEWALA HAI
Your poem brings out the transient nature of life. Very beautiful though had a tinge of sadness.
Beautifully put, Sumana. It is so often we don't realise the worth of what is offered to us at the time it is offered. It is in retrospect that we realise its value...
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