Cut Flowers

 

 

The summer flowers cut in June

Browned petals fall to vessel’s feet

A transient moment for us to swoon

Until the beauty bids its last retreat

 

Sitting there in the morning air

Our table graced by your perfume

Reminded by your scent so rare

And the fullness of treasured bloom

 

The wilt and woes of passing time

Brings the bowing of fragrant soul

A beauty taken in your prime

Now dying an indentured role

 

We took your lives to have and hold

A dab of paint in our drab world be

What makes us think we may be so bold

To own beauty born so truly free

 

You served us in your suffering

Giving each day a loving breath

With thankful words your praise we sing

And all the beauty you gave in death

 

 

 

Comments
24 Responses to “Cut Flowers”
  1. kristianw84 says:

    This is very profound. Nicely done, my dear friend. ❀

  2. Jim Borden says:

    beautiful – I never thought of a vase of flowers from the flower’s perspective…

  3. They do grant us such beauty even in their death. Beautifully written, Brad!

  4. jonicaggiano says:

    A dab of paint in our drab world be
    β€œWhat makes us think we may be so bold
    To own beauty born so truly free”. This is a beautiful poem Brad. I particularly like the last lines. It is funny I treasure flowers but they must be wild or put together freely. Otherwise they should have been left where they were. Lovely. Have a wonderful and blessed week Brad. Love πŸ’• Joni

  5. So poignant and such a vivid reminder of how we ‘take’ from nature for our own wants and desires. I was just thinking last night about the lilac trees in our back yard and how the aroma lasted longer in their short-lived lives on the tree than when cut an brought inside! I so much more love the idea of getting flowers from someone than the actual flowers themselves; they do perish so quickly and get tossed aside!

  6. beth says:

    so many beautiful metaphors for life and death here. beautiful in every way

  7. Brad, I am in love with this poem.

    “Sitting there in the morning air
    Our table graced by your perfume
    Reminded by your scent so rare
    And the fullness of treasured bloom”

    Beautiful. Delicate. it speaks to the heart and to the senses. What a magnificent piece. I’ll stay longer in your verses πŸ™‚

  8. petespringerauthor says:

    “You served us in your suffering.” I love that line! The flowers died a hero’s death.

  9. blindzanygirl says:

    You paint such beautiful pictures. This is lovely

  10. Thanks very useful and descriptive blog. I like your idea that you write lots of information about the topic in a single blog. Keep it up!

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