A Community of Blossoms

I prefer to behold

the blossoms

Just before they flower,

Before they’ve seen too much

Of the different world around,

Before they try this and that,

And wonder why everything

Around them

Is so difficult to become.

Within a fragile bud,

Was once a seed

That had all the life

Within it,


A blossom, was once

A bud, was once

A seed

Surrounded by just one thing,


One environ, so simple

Yet full of all it needed.

But, once clipped for beauty

Along with its kind

in full flower,

Life takes its course,

And all the nutrients

Seep out into the water,

Stagnant –

And it is time to move on

To something different

Another stage.

One bright blossom falls,

one bends its head,

Protective green shrouds,

Once illustrative of life

Still curl under the weight of

Passing time.

I prefer, to behold

the blossoms

just before they flower.

[written 3-20-11]

2 thoughts on “A Community of Blossoms

  1. This made me think of the poem “Risk” by Anais Nin
    And then the day came,
    when the risk
    to remain tight
    in a bud
    was more painful
    than the risk
    it took
    to Blossom.

  2. Lee, I’m so glad you’ve stopped by to read! 🙂 Thank you. The contrast between the take on blossoming of “Risk” and “A Community of Blossoms” is rather striking. I do like very much what you’ve posted of “Risk”: it’s powerful, and I think also true. I don’t think I’ve read Anais Nin before. What both poems do have in common is that they indicate that there is a tremendous power within the bud!

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