What a peony bud told me when I told him he wouldn’t
last past May
He nodded, “Be that as it may,
I’ll bloom my heart out come sweet May,
Then petal-light I’ll fall and flow
Where all spent hours and flowers go.
Yet till the end my fate I’ll tease
While days of May will past me breeze.”
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)
Oh! Beautiful picture, beautiful words, beautiful metaphor for life!
ReplyDeleteLoooooooooove. You go, Peony Bud. A lesson for us all.
ReplyDeleteToo wonderful! Poignant, but in a vegan way. Great poem.
ReplyDeleteA lovely response and one that we can all learn from ~
ReplyDeleteAnd lovely picture as well ~
I still have some peony buds hanging on and I am delighted. Excellent metaphor you did here and the rhyme and rhythm was so very lovely.
ReplyDeleteWhere all spent hours and flowers go... love that!!
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:) love it!
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, Sasha. They are still in bloom around the corner from where I live.
ReplyDeleteOh I love peonies and the way they bloom with such intensity.
ReplyDeleteWhimsical! Love it! So glad you posted on dVerse :) Smiling I am over my morning cup of coffee -- at the picture, your words, and the voice you've given us here :)
ReplyDeleteThis is really precious. I love it.
ReplyDeletePerhaps only here for a short time, but bringing beauty in the while it is here. A great metaphor for how we my only be on this earth for a short while...but we need to strive to make this world a more beautiful place in the meantime.
ReplyDelete'Then petal-light I'll fall and flow'
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely. Your whole poem made me smile :)
I write on the dark side mostly, so I really admire your ability to write such joy.
And the photo is gorgeous!
Every word seems so perfectly chosen..with beautiful results! This is so pretty to read yet packed with meaning. Love it.
ReplyDeleteBlooming in the sweet days of spring - a spring fling of sorts.
ReplyDeleteBe that as it may,
ReplyDeleteI’ll bloom my heart
out come sweet May
There is no way one can be intimidated.
Hank
Oh, delightful!
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