Precious is time
which has the time.
Ask a flower,
a pop of color,
a bloom,
brightening
any room.
Answers arrive
in silenced time.
Examine bloom’s
abilities to embrace
then release,
knacks needed when
dealing with time’s
guarantees-
the ins and outs,
start-ups and stop-its,
beginnings and ends.
Think of what’s to come
in future’s brimming days.
Imagine extensions-
new buds posing,
colors captivating,
soft scents soothing,
. . . all the bouquets . . .
delivering
a gift most precious,
time which has its time.
Ask, examine, think
In all this living
as Time treks by
extending messages,
“Hello!”
“Goodbye!”
Well, it has been far too long since I had the pleasure of reading one of your magnificent poems…and this one by you and Willow! I miss him. This poem really appeals to the flower-lover in me…also it points out that time and life has its own yin and yang, and it is delightful.
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Rich? Rich Roach? Is this you??? At the blog’s Peaceful Pub? On this cold, rainy December evening in 2018? Hello. Hello. Wow, Happy Holidays! My mouth just made a natural O-shape & then the biggest smile, almost a laugh, came suddenly! Welcome to the Pub, blog-style. I never had the opportunity to write a poem with Willow; this is my work. Thanks for reading & commenting. It’s so nice to see you in the writing world again.
Welcome home to our Pub!
Jan
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Hi Jan
Such a beautiful and introspective vision or perception of time. I love the metaphor of the flowers interwoven in the lines and used to express the nuances time offers. These lines so adeptly illustrate the precious gift/essence/spirit of true time —
all the bouquets . . .
delivering
a gift most precious,
time which has its time.
Thank you for sharing this,
I really could relate.
Take care
Wendy
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