Perennial

Steel-stemmed blossom 

severed...

perennial stone

now sown

in the newly spoiled soil

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

I read these little gems several times so I sink my mind into their essence. Nice work!

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Alfred. This one was hard to write...

[redflutterby]

Amazing little poem which brings tears to the eyes. Grieving is so hard...

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Red...

[Matching Socks]

Beautiful write Rita. I read the note below about the local tragedy. Reality truly is a hard slap in the face sometimes.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you so much, Ana. This was a situation that hit very close to home in so many ways, and it was indeed a slap in the face, completely blindsiding us...

[Sheila Kline]

You absolutely amaze me how much you can say in this many words.........'tis truly a gift to covet.....LOL
It makes me think of the concrete jungle that has taken all of the flowers away - big skyscrapers and no place for a pretty flower to grow. We have a way of doing that to our beauties of nature!
One interpretation, or a gravestone?

[Rita L. Sev]

Any place where hard reality takes away beauty; it happens too often... A recent local tragedy brought this message close to home. Thank you, Sheila.

[Marie]

I don't know exactly what this is a tribute to, but I read it as one. Exquisite...

[Rita L. Sev]

Yes, a tribute. Thank you, Marie.

[Rocans]

Wow, this is an exquisite poem Rita.What is reaped from sown stone? Is a possible question to ask in my understanding of this poem. It made me think...your metaphors are apt and seem to convey a multiplicity of meaning. I got a "grave" feel reading this one. Your use of "Perennial stone" interests me...even moreso as you have titled your poem that way. I got the feeling at first that it was a tombstone, so the fact that you have titled your poem Perennial made me think of someone grieving about a lost loved one who have slipped into the "Perennial" grasp of death. But then on a brighter note it could be a metaphoric interchange between the tombstone and the lasting presence of that deceased someone. Great poem Rita...

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you so much for your thoughts here, Rocans. A lasting presence, absolutely. The stones, for now, are the hearts of those who mourn...

[Aethereal]

A beautiful flower has returned to her source of serenity.

[Rita L. Sev]

Aethereal, your words have refreshed my soul a bit... Thank you.

[Aethereal]

Here’s a gift poem for you to keep as your own. It was inspired by both your poem and Shakespeare:
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Remembrance
.
May I compare thee to a flower
on a charming Summer’s day?
May I recall that mystic hour
when at first you came my way?

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh this is so very sad and touching. If I am right I know what this is about. I am sorry for your loss.

[Rita L. Sev]

Yes, you do... Thank you, Dale.

[Frieda P]

Sounds like the mighty have fallen, I read this as death...a sad one from your ever effervescent pen Rita, so few words, powerfully packed with emotion.

[Rita L. Sev]

You read it correctly, Frieda. Don't know if you are close enough to the city to get Philly news, but one of the tragedies yesterday hit very close to home...

[Frieda P]

So sorry to hear that Rita, my heart goes out to you...x