The Gift of the Crumpled Flower #poetry #photography


 

lone daisy

“a flower was offered to me…” *

crumpled, once wild and free

the little one that gave it

an orphan was he

I looked in his eyes

a clear blooming love

I gathered some stars

and joy from above

 brief mere moments

were all that we had

but flowers are like that

petals in our hands

***

Memories like flowers

spring fragrance on winter’s winds

petals on a page

 

framed hand with flower

Some poems write themselves. This came as I remembered a precious orphan who gave me a flower because I had smiled and spoke to him (in very poor Russian). This    week’s prompt from Poets United – begin our poem with ” A flower was offered me”

(* William Blake)

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33 thoughts on “The Gift of the Crumpled Flower #poetry #photography

  1. This goes straight to my heart! That little orphan, wanting to give you a gift…..so poignant “but flowers are like that / petals in our hands.” Sigh.

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  2. Ah, I think this is one of my favorite poems of yours, Leslie. The message for me is that the gift of even a crumpled flower is very special… It is the heart of the giver that is important.

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  3. “I looked in his eyes
    a clear blooming love
    I gathered some stars
    and joy from above”

    A minute is all we have, and so we make that minute matter. We are the more or less crumpled flowers, we who rite with petals on paper.

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