Posts Tagged ‘ Flower ’

Flowers – Poem

Standing tall and proud, it bears the only light,
Illuminating and radiating, warmth and smell abound,
As bright as the sun, as dark as the night,
Two opposing sides, battling to control.
One by one the petals unfurl, revealing an inner beauty,
The pinky white, tinges of deeper crimson,
And suddenly the stamen and stigma revealed,
Their weakness, the inner, fragile weakness.
Slowly time passes as petals fall from their height,
Tumbling to the floor with a pitter patter sound,
Cold is setting in, all the smell worn out,
Now is their time to wilt.
After the dehydration, after all the wrinkles,
After the colours fade from the eye,
The pollen all blows away, staining the heart,
Until the blinding stalks falter, fade and fall.

© 2011

Poem: Summer

The leaves barely move as the gentle summer breeze whispers over them,
Still and quiet, non-existent.
Commuters bustle in, buzzing around, droning on, staring into space,
Barging past, knocking and jostling, pollen transfers and stems break,
Fallen to the floor in a disregarded heap, waiting for the next whisper to move them on.
Even as new flowers bud, new leaves sprout, every day simply passes by as the summer thunders do.
A life giving sun beats down, burns down upon the withered,
As bathers simply lie back, enjoying another’s Hell on Earth.
Routine as clockwork, bullets whoosh past in reality, normality,
A horrendous, inescapable normality.

Go on your day. Notice these things. Just once.

Notice me.

(C) Persephone M 12th July 2014

Please note that this poem was originally posted on my other blog: Persephone: Parent

Photo: The Murky Flowers


Even beautiful blooms can become stagnant and need to be pruned, left to rot in the downpours.
Waters that muddy with every new drop, making things lurking beneath the surface seem almost as if they’re not there.
Every friendship needs pruning, some to the point of extinction; especially when things become too murky, no matter how strong the love.
~ Persephone M

Weekly Photo Challenge: Dormant Friendships


Buds of new flowers can remain dormant for years, or spring up from nowhere to go strong.
Spider’s webs can grow all over them, but they can fight through with nurturing.
Just like friendships.
~ Persephone M

Also posting this as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge: Growth! And using the “postaday” tag purely for the photo challenge, not because I’m doing a post a day!

Photo: An Old Rose


The oldest petals of a once pretty flower are always the first to dry up, wither and crumble away.

Just as friendships do.

~ Persephone M

Shining Brightly

Shining Brightly by PersephoneM
Shining Brightly, a photo by PersephoneM on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
I shared a similar image on my 365 blog (it was day 12), but I also wanted to share this one. I love how you can see the sun shining through the brown “leaf” and the twinkling tarmac to the side. And I thought a bit of colour and sunshine might make this blog a bit cheerier at the moment!

~ Persephone M xxx

Life’s Vase – Poem

Sun still shining, slowly setting
Not a cloud in the sky, clear blue for the square in front
Long green leaves ending in a point show the gentle breeze
Telephone wires high up and taut, wobble precariously
A car moves past, a bird swims through the clear blue
The world outside continues living
In here, the stench of death.

Next to the box of others’ lives, a pot of other colours
Terracotta orange so hard and cold. How can anything live?
My how pretty, long and thin! Like straw to snap but strong as a trunk
Up them, fuel and eyes travel, journeying to the head, the summit of worth
Divergence the key to life. Variability, the fun
For them difference is visual
For us similarity is a mutation.

The strength supports, bringing life to the beauty, to the variable
Green shoots off, more fuel for their fire
The colours vivid, each one pleasing, each one unique
Fragrant smell, fresh and sweet, fills the surroundings
Each stands tall, petals soft and hydrated
Signs of life start to fade
The ways of death so close.

Each head wilts, closing tight, each smell flies away
New fragiles form, struggling and fighting for a new life
New and old join together until the withering patterns the floor
Clean them away, vacuum it up. Leave it all as memory alone
As the blue fades to black, the lives fade to light
New lives begin as old ones end
The terracotta vase is empty.

© Persephone Muse 2007

This is an old poem, part of Timeless Tuesdays and because I’m so tired and nervous that I can’t figure out anything else to post!

~ PersephoneM x