A Flower Blooms

In the rising light of dawn, new flowers
bloom.  Come the twilight, they close their petals
with a sigh.  Though their season’s measured hours
may seem too short, whether rose or nettle,
when nature soothes the earth with lullaby
they only cede to sleep; they do not die.
Our bright season of exuberant youth,
mere blip when measured by eternity,
yet in the majesty of time and truth
abides the soul that sets the body free.
A time of bloom, a time of promised ease,
Such is the plan that each might find their peace.

Earth holds her treasures with a loving hand
that opens but to Heaven’s own command.

 

13 comments

  1. Sarah,

    yet in the majesty of time and truth
    abides the soul that sets the body free.

    wisdom words from your pen.. beautiful comparison .
    Gentle poem and I much enjoyed the read !

    groetjes,
    Francina

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  2. Lovely work, Sarah. I’ve enjoyed reading it twice already. Is this the latest addition to Bon Mots? Yes?

    “yet in the majesty of time and truth
    abides the soul that sets the body free” -SMZ

    or

    “Earth holds her treasures with a loving hand
    that opens but to Heaven’s own command.” -SMZ

    J

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  3. Jan,

    You have made my day. You also made me realize I forgot to put a comment button on that page.
    It is there now, and you may feel free to add Bon Mots from anybody’s and everybody’s posts. I am
    honored that you found wisdom in my poem. I am glad it appealed to you. I am very fond of that one.

    Many thanks,

    Sarah

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  4. Your sonnet reminds me of Who really is in control. I have never heard a flower sigh, but your poem makes it possible that they might. Makes me want to go out at end of day and listen to the hyacinths and the moonflowers. Wonderful to believe “they only cede to sleep; they do not die.” Thank you for sharing this treasure from the earth. I especially like the line “abides the soul that sets the body free.”
    Ptc

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  5. Many thanks Ptc for taking time with my poem.

    I will share a secret that my father shared with me many, many years ago.

    If you would hear the flowers sigh (or sing) you must think with your feelings
    and hear with your heart.

    “Hyacinths and Moonflowers” there’s a poem begging to be born.

    So good to read your thoughts on my poem.

    sarah

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  6. Hi Sarah

    Just a gorgeous sonnet with gorgeous language. I love the way you combine the will/behavior of the flowers with that of human age and spirit. As I do believe we are intimately intertwined . One part of the natural world reflects the human part. And yes, in the end, the soul is what matters, what lives on and these lines are so beautifully indicative of that —

    Though their season’s measured hours
    may seem too short, whether rose or nettle,
    when nature soothes the earth with lullaby
    they only cede to sleep; they do not die.

    Thank you for this
    what a joy it is to read!

    take care
    wendy

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  7. So many beautiful lines in this sonnet, Sarah.

    I especially love:

    “when nature soothes the earth with lullaby
    they only cede to sleep; they do not die.”

    Much enjoyed reading this tonight.
    take care,
    Kerri

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