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July 05, 2013

Fields of Harmony



I am visiting the Imaginary Garden after a very long time. School summer vacation had me travelling to grandparents homes with no laptop and an avalanche of trips and treks and visitors and shopping. 
Now back home to the usual grind. I get a little free time when my younger son goes off to kindergarten. I am definitely putting that to good use. If only I could get up from the couch and throw the tv remote down the drain.
Thanks Hannah for the beautiful tulips. I really enjoyed the train of thoughts they triggered.
I couldn't watch the video, the streaming was very slow for my connection. But I got the idea of the gardener and his huge toil.

This poem is written for the Friday challenge at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.
Borrowed from Real Toads 
Hannah gave us some images of Tulip fields from Holland. A never ending ocean of vibrant hues.




Fields of Harmony 

If I could capture these soothing shades
In my thoughts, my words
As far as the eye can go,
A ribbon of purple, red, yellow
I envy the butterfly, the bee
I wish I could be like the wind
Gently touching each jubilant bloom
Inhaling a bit of a miracle called life
How can I fathom the greatness of the Creator!
So many different shapes
Such a blend of colors
Can a mere mortal ever conjure this up?
How amazing is the earth that breathes!
Can we keep these flowers real?
Let a caterpillar eat its leaves and petals
Let some flowers be flawed
Let not every smidgen be arranged and sold
Let the melody of life flow
A bit of rot and decay
For new blossoms,
New strata of life to open awe filled eyes.

16 comments:

  1. Rachel, I think this is my first visit, so thanks for posting to the Toads. Hope you find a way to grind up that darned remote - I can relate!

    This poem read like an homage to the picture... you have obviously missed writing poetry very much, because your heart spilled out onto the page.

    You are so right in understanding the "flaws of flowers" and accepting them, just as we do in humans. About the rot and decay, now there's the circle of life if even I saw it. Loved this. Welcome home.

    Amy Barlow Liberatore

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    1. Thank u Amy. Means a lot. I am huge fan of Barlette. I enjoy your other posts too. You are a gifted writer and you always show me a different world in your words. So I am over the moon that u left me such a lengthy comment !!

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  2. This is great I love the cycles of decay and rebirth here. Well done.

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  3. This is a nice write. I really liked the opening lines. We all would like to capture color in our lives.

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    2. True, Truedessa !! If only a hint of that color we could add in our mad rush. Thank u for visiting and really glad that u liked it.

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  4. I really enjoyed your poem, from the opening lines which draw us into the image in a philosophical way, to the list of suppositions at the end:

    Let a caterpillar eat its leaves and petals
    Let some flowers be flawed...

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    1. Thank u Kerry. Means a lot to me :-)

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  5. Love how you remind us that rot and decay breed new life ... very nice.

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  6. Let not every smidgen be arranged and sold
    Let the melody of life flow
    A bit of rot and decay

    Sweetly done! A wondrous, breathtaking poem.

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    1. Thank u Margaret for ur kind words.

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  7. Life has its compost pile doesn't it...we take the bad to fertilize the good in our life...Beautiful piece!

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  8. Thats a wonderful poem! let some flaws be there..(Let some flowers be flawed) perfection can be boring!

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