She, a Tender Bud
She a silent tender bud
Waited for the rains to flood
High above her peaceful sleep
One with roots so very deep
In the still of Earth’s dark sod
Rested in the hands of God
A clap of thunder split the sky
Ere she turned and with a sigh
Gathered rain to drench her bed
The lovely tresses on her head
Floated within a moss cocoon
As her limbs reached for the moon
She reached far past her dark confines
Through the soil with shooting vines
That sprouted leaves of brightest green
With tiny flowers of tangerine
That burst with scent to reach the sun
Then folded wings when day was done
As if to pray when moon was full
To thank the Lord of Beautiful
For all she was and all she’d seen
For all she’d do and all she’d been
And as she bowed her head to sleep
She dug her roots in very deep
Then came the winds from hands of time
That blew her arms from her confines
And sent the seeds from tangerines
Beyond the trees far past the streams
And then a great and mighty flood
Washed away the tender bud
The snow of winter froze the earth
As tiny flowers await rebirth
Beneath the sod they lie in moss
So silently they weep the loss
Of one who bore them all
She who took the fall
A clap of thunder split the sky
As far beneath the soil they try
To gather rain within confines
Deep within the mossy mines
Of sleeping flowers who will bestow
Her sweet perfume before they go
©Kay Salady
Posted on December 29, 2011, in poetry and tagged bud, flowers, leaves, rebirth, roots, seeds, tangerine flowers, vines. Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.
wow…awesome, just beautiful….the cadence, the images it brings….the words just flow so nicely. Lovely poem, Kay. Thanks for sharing your love of writing….
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amazing beauty vividly portrayed here, well done.
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This is SO creative, Kay! That image is amazing. This is one of my favorite parts:
“Floated within a moss cocoon
As her limbs reached for the moon”
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This is so beautiful my mouth is just hanging open. I am trying to find the right words for how it makes me feel. It is a giant WOW and that is not a good comment. I need to find more to say so let me just say that this will be a second and a tihird read for me. I love it.
Okay … I’ve read it again …. it’s magically picturesque with vividly colorful charming descriptions. It’s strikingly powerful in it’s brilliance. The image stunning.
Lovely,
Isadora
my humble rally submission:
http:// insidethemindofisadora.wordpress.com/2011/12/28/i-was-the-child/
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Awesome story, Kay! I was hooked by the picture and the poem wouldn’t let me go. What a tremendous write! Very nice!
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Lovely seasonal lines… from birth to rebirth ~
Wishing you Happy New Year ~
Cheers ~
http://a-sweetlust.blogspot.com/2011/12/still.html
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nice work, picture is beautiful, this was great, I will share on twitter and FB 🙂
happy rally!
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/12/30/unhinged-reconstruction-meq/
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This is such a serene that you have laid out before us. Love how the circle of life is represented.
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This beauty is so pure and tastes so sweet.
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wow, sweet and juicy.
Happy New Year.
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First, I have to say, I love the picture! This poem is so image-full and particularly strong use of rhythm – that fantastic forward-marching Iambic cadence you crafted. Thank you for sharing your work with us! Here’s my offering this week: http://caridwen.wordpress.com/2011/12/29/drafting-the-clock-strikes-inspiration/ Happy rally!
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Oh my, this is just jaw-dropping beautiful. Lovely imagery and flow.
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this really grew on me Jpun intended) and could be the story of mother nature herself, great job.
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So much beauty of all the senses in this piece! Mesmerizing…
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