Thank you for your courageous movement to keep living and opening your blossoms. I see that, and I honor you. You have a joyful path ahead, I have no doubt :)
I love the imagery here! I live in New England but was born and raied in Virginia and truly miss the gradual emerng of spring I know those "mighty magnolias" and the other bloomers you so beautifully describe!
She was hoping readers wouldn’t assume this really happened (we don’t have much of a front yard or live on a “boulevard”). I assured her that was okay! 😆 And thanks for the kind words! As her parent I love her poems, but I’m glad others appreciate them too!
And absolutely! I think it's so fabulous that you're offering her this space for her work. I wish I had someone encouraging me as you are at her age. Thank you!
I love this word, Blossom! Something about the sound ansd texture makes me smile. Sitting at this desk in this lunch time, this poem blossomed in me. Thank you Kaitlin. Thank you to all of you for your gracious, kind, generous and bright affirmations. You are helping me to blossom!
"heart, mind, spirit, eyes"...when you got to eyes, I could see eyes "blossoming" open to excitement and joy. That I went back and could see the heart, mind, and spirit blossom as well.
Our defiant witch-hazel was foolishly in full-bore bloom for 7 weeks this year. The starry petals like hundreds of miss frizzles swaying to the music of springs breeze. Thanks for celebrating this annual spring omen.
Who would dare to say,
"bloom where you are planted" to
a rose in a swamp?
It is only when
we are safe and well tended
that we truly thrive.
How many of us
have been stifled, then blamed when
we didn't blossom?
There's no such thing as
a late bloomer, just misplaced
or neglected seeds.
I love this! It takes lots of love, light, nurture, care. seeds and affirmation to help us blossom!
This poem is liberation. So much power, so much truth. I love your persistent messages of compassion, awareness, and understanding.
“There’s no such thing as a late bloomer, just misplaced or neglected seeds.” That’s right!
Thank you for seeing all of those things. ❤️
You're so welcome. Thank you so much for offering them :)
When I was 40 I was a "late bloomer"
at 50 - still blooming but fading
60 - in a panic until a close relation died and my self imposed midlife crisis was set aside
(really not worth the energy, by the way)
and now at 70 - I wonder can I bloom again?
Still interested
Still moving
Still loving
This is a new and freeing age of becoming
Think I will keep planting the seeds of change and give it a shot
Join me
Thank you for your courageous movement to keep living and opening your blossoms. I see that, and I honor you. You have a joyful path ahead, I have no doubt :)
Don't stop.
Blossom
grit, damp dirt
down the hallway
footprints, skipping
stones- how are you
past my shoulder
already?
you will devour
brilliance,
you will wear
early sunlight
So wonderful! “You will wear early sunlight” - brilliant!
I love this, and the spirit, openness and depth of this wonderful poem.
Love Blooms
The tulips and daffodils are long gone by the time
That April showers bring May flowers to the South.
Yet all about our town, lovely flora and fauna are to be found.
Mighty Magnolia trees begin to showcase their creamy white blossoms.
Roses of every array adorn the lawns of historical homes.
The tapestry of trees which blossomed weeks ago now provides
A verdant backdrop to beautiful blooms..
Downtown, the city hangs baskets of petunias in purples and pinks,
Their winsome blossoms winding down the sides of the vessels.
And in my own backyard, the wild rose bush, which has, over the years
Become intertwined with another shrub, is bursting with blooms.
Larger by ten times than when my Daddy transplanted it years ago.
Providing a reminder that flowers, like love, bloom again and again
A gift of beauty in the midst of a world of chaos.
Karri Temple Brackett
May 9, 2023
https://themarvelousandthemundane.com/2023/05/09/love-blooms/
I enjoyed seeing all these flowers standing beside you. Thanks for sharing these gifts with us :) beautiful writing here!
I love, "tapestry of trees"
I love the imagery here! I live in New England but was born and raied in Virginia and truly miss the gradual emerng of spring I know those "mighty magnolias" and the other bloomers you so beautifully describe!
Magnolia trees have the weirdest most unmowable leaves.
Thanks for the flashback to my lawnmowing days.
Lol! I actually used to live in south Arkansas in a town named magnolia. They had an entire festival dedicated to the things.
Vivienne’s Blossom poem:
I saw a blossom in my front yard
It was right next to the boulevard
Blossom is a beautiful word
Especially for me
When blossoms open
They become beautiful
And a part of nature’s beauty
She can see it - so clear, so simple. I just love what she writes! 😊
She was hoping readers wouldn’t assume this really happened (we don’t have much of a front yard or live on a “boulevard”). I assured her that was okay! 😆 And thanks for the kind words! As her parent I love her poems, but I’m glad others appreciate them too!
Haha! Please assure her I made no assumptions ;)
And absolutely! I think it's so fabulous that you're offering her this space for her work. I wish I had someone encouraging me as you are at her age. Thank you!
Thank you!!! Loved loved loved today!
Blossom
The precious gate is opening,
It’s time now for a change,
Keep all your wisdom, softening,
Preparing for exchange.
You are a little blossom,
A tender little bud,
Don’t think before you spring out,
Even landing in the mud.
Now savor all your triumphs
Through careful little steps,
But please don’t be too careful
Avoiding bad effects.
Your brilliance is so needed,
You can be sure of that.
When winter time is over,
You’ll dazzle our habitat.
Thank you for your service,
You precious little bloom,
The mightiness within you
You never can assume.
I love the conversational encouragement to this precious seedling that is beginning to sprout.
Thank you so much for seeing that, Steven! I couldn't help but speak so tenderly to all the little blossoms today <3
That is truly awesome. Creating, even an encouraging environment, is what we are called to do.
Thank you so much :) Yes! That is the fundamental, wonderfully abundant truth! <3
Blossom
Seeing blossoms burst out of their buds
in springtime
gives me hope.
Waiting through a long hard winter,
being confined in a tight space,
it seems like spring will never come.
But the world keeps circling and cycling,
and the time soon comes
for liberation,
a time that makes opening up possible.
Coming out of a narrow space
we finally appear as we really are,
strong and beautiful and free.
I have to echo that I love, "the world keeps on circling and cycling"
Beautiful! Also really loved “the world keeps circling and cycling” 😊
This is a very nice poem Trish. I love the line "the world keeps circling and cycling... As it does!
I love this word, Blossom! Something about the sound ansd texture makes me smile. Sitting at this desk in this lunch time, this poem blossomed in me. Thank you Kaitlin. Thank you to all of you for your gracious, kind, generous and bright affirmations. You are helping me to blossom!
Blossom
What a lovely word.
capable in its beautiful simplicity
of opening:
Heart, mind, spirit, eyes;
whole communities and ecosystems
expanding to include all of the new ways
we will come to be on this planet;
Drawing the circle wider with each new bloom.
Blossom, “shine some sunshine down my way”
I hear JT sing, verses that lifted a teenager
into adult hood and helped me rise
When the shadows and deep water
threatened to swallow me.
A Life full of blossoms,
still blossoming, still growing,
always ready to bloom.
I love the hopeful surety of, "all of the new ways we all come to be on this planet"
Thank you for reading!
I completely agree, I love this word so much too! And it’s wonderful to see you blossom!
“Drawing the circle wider with each new bloom,” “life full of blossoms” - just lovely!
Thank you Jillian! You are helping the world to blossom!
Thank you so much, Larry <3 I'm so touched.
"heart, mind, spirit, eyes"...when you got to eyes, I could see eyes "blossoming" open to excitement and joy. That I went back and could see the heart, mind, and spirit blossom as well.
Nice insight! Thank you!
at first there was nothing
and the Spirit hovered over
maybe planting seeds for life
then YHWH added light
and creation blossomed
billions of years of seasons
time to be in the dark and dormant
time to be in the light and blossom
always creating and re-creating
so it is with human life
dark times for persons
and for society
now after the "dark times"
of pandemic
and the current "dark times"
of violence
and warfare
the "dark times"
of hating those different from one's self
the "dark times"
of indifference
to the suffering of others
now
let there be LIGHT
let ME be the light where I can be
it is time for the world to
blossom
those in the depths of hell on earth
to be offered light
so that they might blossom
and the more people
that blossom
the more the society
will blossom
the more creation will blossom
let there be a long season of light
that we all may blossom
Incredible, luminous poem, Steven. I feel blessed in the presence of this prayer and passion. Wonderfully written, wonderfully directed. Thank you!
I am humbled by your words. Thank you
You're so welcome!
This is just splendid Steven. Very moving and powerful. Blessings each and every day as we continue to blossom!
Thank you. Blessings to you as well, Larry.
be still and know.....🙂
Love the image of the entire earth blossoming. Gorgeous.
winter-blooming witch-hazel
heals more than my
skin and postpartum body.
sun-gold blossoms unfurl
defiantly in february --
foolish rays thriving
brightly while the rest
of the landscape
remains dormant.
her starry petals, a lonely
burst of color, foreshadow
the glut spring brings.
I so love the intimacy you have with witch-hazel here - I’m inspired by the respect and appreciation 😊
That means so much! Thank you!
You're so welcome!
Our defiant witch-hazel was foolishly in full-bore bloom for 7 weeks this year. The starry petals like hundreds of miss frizzles swaying to the music of springs breeze. Thanks for celebrating this annual spring omen.
She sounds like a gorgeous tree!
Love can blossom,
Yet also wither away.
Trees also cycle through
A cycle of death to blossom.
Where am I in my cycle?
Am I hoping to blossom?
Or curling up and letting,
Myself wither away?
This is very nice Liz! I am hoping you are in the blossom cycle!
Tucked-in
Clench-fisted
Peony
Covered in ants:
Woken by sunshine
Dew
And Rain:
Unfurls,
Seashell-like,
Fluttery:
Petals
All
Aglow.
Senses awash with
colour texture flow
bursting forming growing
blossoms blooming booming
outward
upward
forward
toward
sheer grace and glory
teasing daring cajoling
us out of our
own hibernation into
bold brash
abundant
life
This whole piece is so symphonic. I love every wonderful word, so clearly intentionally placed. That was music to my ears :) Thanks, Bob!
I have been known to blat on like the brash brass horn section of the symphony. Language is so musical. Thanks for noticing and saying so.
Wisdom Blossoms
Have you ever
Listened to a tulip
Bloom, unravel
Petal by silky petal
Softness is a strength
Claim its space
Have you ever
Witnessed corn
Tassel, silken
Strands emerge from husk
Garden variety beauty
Holds powerful medicine
Have you ever
Noticed red oak
Bud, burgeon
Bright yellow like the beckoning sun
Luxuriate in what’s good now
Along the path of possibility
Have you ever
Wondered at creation
Divine, mystery
manifest
Embrace the limits of understanding
Believe we are beloved
Thank you for encouraging this slow methodical thoughtful noticing. It is why we are here: to take it all in. Lovely.
I really appreciate this Sarah! The ending is magnificient! These lines are superb and so evocative:
"Along the path of possibility
Have you ever
Wondered at creation
Divine, mystery
manifest
Embrace the limits of understanding
Believe we are beloved"
trusting, wishing, hoping, praying.
for beds of roses,
bowls of cherries,
velvet.
nope.
boobs. blood.
and hair everywhere.
sex?
And questions,
all those fucking questions.
sucks.