POETS UNITED - BLOOMS

“If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?” - Khalil Gibran

This week, Poets United is looking at “Blooms”. The challenge is: “In a new poem, add a bloom to our bouquet.”

Here is mine:

Faded Blooms

Pressed between the yellowed pages

Of an old diary,

Some faded blooms you once gave me.

Memories of a Spring long gone

And of a love, alas, forlorn.

As if the flowers weren’t enough,

I read the pages,

Reliving agonies in cursive script:

My heart to you was given whole

Gifted was I, yours, body and soul.

The years have passed, I have survived,

Hollow perhaps,

But with a heart regenerated.

Fresh blooms in icy Winter flower,

December roses now adorn my bower.

Time flows like an endless river forward,

I float and swim,

Refuse in swirling eddies to drown.

Experience makes my garden grow

Blooms in my glasshouse shall I sow.

Your faded flowers a bitter souvenir

Of lesson learnt;

A life that stopped, restarted, grew.

Young buds now have I in abundance,

And love aplenty in redundance.

Ah, how the wheel of time quickly turns,

And how our life old baggage burns…

Wisdom of heart allows old wounds to heal,

Lets us new pleasures, joys fresh to feel.