On Carol's flower (Aletta's birthday)
Furled Flower
If we could visualize a soul,
(at least that part within feeble comprehension),
it might resemble a furled flower --
tempting us to ponder if
it is opening to glorious display,
or closing up in meditation.
In sought balance, of course,
(never still -- wary of being fully exposed),
between lasting but a divine day
like a desert cactus flower,
or curled tightly in protection
like a prayer plant each evening.
It is most certainly folly,
(whether nurturing a friend or greeting a stranger),
to play a 'wait and see' game or ploy;
for you may never see the wonder,
if you only view the rippling edges
instead of embracing the beauty now.
papa 01/09/06
posted by Anonymous @ 3:47 AM
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For Ashley remembered
Last night the white flower bloomed
today we find that she has left us
before we said our greeting
Reminding me to love you now
and say so
watching the blossom
Your poem strikes to the heart tonight
thank you for the many words you've shared
these past few years
It is just wonderful. When I get home and have time to curl up in my own comfortable chair, I will re-read, allowing myself to really soak in every word and words and meanings in between.
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