Saturday, May 23, 2015

My Glorious Spring



Youth misspent of course
But what an education
A botanist I

Until I met you
It was then that I blossomed
My glorious Spring

Were you in my life?
All my sweet scented flowers
Basking in sunshine

Poppy was bubbly
Heather wanted so much more
did make Rose blush

Iris was so tall
Lily stayed at my pad
I loved Jasmines scent

Fleur was so petite
You'd say I was in Clover
Posy a puzzle

Daisy chained me up
Young Ivy did cling to me
Petal shook me off

Those times now long past
Sadly I've faded not they
For I walk alone

Image found at www.blog.ravenbergphotography.com

24 comments:

  1. Loved how you associated flowers with this gorgeous poem :D
    Beautifully written..!

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. Daisy sounds like a handful...are you sure you have faded? Memories and wishes and thoughts mean we are never really alone..

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  3. But what an education
    A botanist I
    Until I met you
    It was then that I blossomed
    My glorious Spring
    Were you in my life?
    All my sweet scented flowers
    Basking in sunshine
    what beautiful lines.... touched.

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  4. Ah, those 'flower' girls quickly lose their blooms & fade as time goes on, it seems. Seems that each had her season though, which while it lasted was bright and beautiful in its own way. The last stanza is sad though....I hope there will yet be a new flower or two on the path!

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  5. Sounds like you found a lovely flower bed..each delicate bloom with a scent of her own. Perhaps, a stroll in the garden will bring new delights :)

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  6. Hahaha. I wonder if you had more fun with this poem or with those early days of flower collecting? Really, though, the fade is all too real in contrast with youth.

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  7. I love this botanist's education and how you used each flower to convey a different idea or feeling.

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  8. I am not so sure you have faded but oh my you had lots of blossoms....this was beautiful and so creatively written Robin!

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  9. "Until I met you
    It was then that I blossomed
    My glorious Spring".......this is exquisite..

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  10. Oh all the beautiful flowers we have met.. Botanists for sure... I love the tradition of flower names.. So sad to be alone at the end.

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  11. I love the listing of your flower companions, your making Rose blush.....loved this! Such a wonderful blossoming at the beginning of the poem, and a poignant reminder at its close that now you walk alone. Sigh.

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  12. Old Egg,

    Quite a bouquet of beauties in your life at one point...However, they have left those memories to treasure...and to recall.
    Perhaps a new beauty might blossom somewhere:)
    Eileen

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  13. you were a lucky young fella Old Egg! with all those women in your earlier years, good memories perhaps? God bless you my friend.

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  14. Nice how you incorporated all these flowers. But, don't walk alone. They still make good company. Lovely poem!

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  15. I think you're better off without Young Ivy ;-)

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  16. Beautiful play of flowers to emotions. Sadly human kind do fade just as much as the flowers! Contrary to the norm the flowers stay! Good paradox outlined oldegg!

    Hank

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  17. What a fun play with flowers/girls's names....I can't stop to be surprised by variety of names....every time I meet a student - a new unusual name for me, not speaking about last names.....fun!

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  18. A botanist I

    Until I met you
    It was then that I blossomed
    My glorious Spring

    What lovely lines! I love the phrasing. The inclusion of all the flower names makes this a fun read.

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  19. Loved the flowers names and that last stanza is a clincher for me...

    spectacular in the jagged edges of mind

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  20. so many flowers...this must have been a sweet, summer love!

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  21. Yes, the summer romances add up over the years.

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  22. This is beautiful and vivid; builds up a happy, summery vibe symbolic of a blossoming youth, but ends on a tone of resignation. Quite a depiction of the "garden of life".

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