I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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19 October 2016

My First Gardenia

My first gardenia bloom has turned up
as if overnight, but there must have been
a tiny bud first: a tight, hidden cup
closing white petals in unremarked green,
allowing them to develop unseen.

Now that the flower appears, part-open,
turning to the sun a face just woken,
I see the big leaves are still leaning near,
lingeringly protective; half cloaking
the soft new life now emerging, now here.


4 comments:

  1. Lovely, satisfying to read and grasp.

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  2. Love. SO it is, I think with all births. The instinct to hold the egg.

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  3. Tenderly written. Like the leaf and the flower

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