Brief Life Span

For Poets United: Mid-Week Motif – Flower
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Brief Life Span

Stood by watching you bloom
delicate petals slowly unfolding
from tightly curled bud
of your fragile in-most being.

Sunlight loved blue of your eyes
when laughter fell like soft rain
rounding edges of thorns grown
through need for defenses.

All too soon, had to stand by
watch darkness descend, gather
you back into its withering
embrace.

Elizabeth Crawford  5/24/2017

Note: Image is pen and ink line weave drawing, titled Night Bloom, enhanced with a digital background.

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12 Responses to Brief Life Span

  1. Susan Chast says:

    The loving and opening and regathering is exactly the rhythm of our so brief life. Exquisite.

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  2. Sherry Marr says:

    This is often the way. Buds bloom, enjoy their beauty for a time, but sometimes dark shadows creep up and enfold them again. Sad to see. But we remember the glorious flowering. Love your image as well, Elizabeth.

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  3. annell4 says:

    Beautiful!!! A lesson to learn, “withering embrace.” Darkness falls. You have said it all.

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  4. The circle of life. Budding, blooming, waning.
    ************
    “From the day we arrive on the planet
    And blinking, step into the sun
    There’s more to see than can ever be seen
    More to do than can ever be done” (from Elton John’s “Circle of Life”)

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  5. Myrna Rosa says:

    Such is life – so short. I like this. Makes me consider how much we need to bloom before darkness enfolds us. Love the art piece. it makes me consider that you are a deep thinker who sees beauty in the details.

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  6. magicalmysticalteacher says:

    It is so hard to watch what we love wither away…

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  7. Truedessa says:

    I can feel the sadness, a reminder to enjoy the days of bloom as life is too short…

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  8. Thotpurge says:

    That works as a metaphor for life itself…

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  9. sanaarizvi says:

    Sunlight loved blue of your eyes
    when laughter fell like soft rain
    rounding edges of thorns grown
    through need for defenses.

    *swoooooon* ❤️

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  10. oldegg says:

    A bloom is an enticement to a pollinator who is something like an obstetrician in the plant realm.

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  11. Jae Rose says:

    The image and poem beautifully compliment each other – i could feel her texture..the colour in the monochrome

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  12. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    I admire the drawing and am touched by the poem.

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