Blessings

look into the open heart
of a camellia in full bloom

what do you see within
the strata of soft silk perfection

a loveliness like a chirping bird at dawn
the glory of a new spring morning

a warning that life is fleeting
and that all too soon too soon

the raindrop nested tween petals
of a fine full skirted red dress

will let out a sigh at the
inevitable downturn and demise

yet even in death the old paving
is blessed with its gentle petal fall

scattered crimson confetti
tinctured with a fringe of decay

Reviews

[Seriana]

Ah, what a lovely piece, Chris. I always enjoy the simplicity of your messages, both visually on the screen and in your choice of words. You are a nature perfectionist. This piece takes one round the circle of life, in a gentle and beautiful way. I enjoyed it very much.

[Chris Shaw]

I am so pleased Seriana that my poem did all that for you. Thank you so much for brightening my day by your visit.

Chris

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Delicacy and blessings throughout your flow. It really seems like a blessings!

[Chris Shaw]

Little things can make such a difference. The beauty of nature is a wonderful blessing. I love the trees and flowers in my garden. Thank you Sky.

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Gardening and Nature are very very close to my heart. I have more than 36 varieties of flowers in my garden Chris. Nature is my best friend since childhood :) Yes, when in nature every minute thing makes us feel special. Most welcome Chris!

[Chris Shaw]

Nature is a wonderful friend. What are your favourite flowers Sky?

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Yes, Indeed Nature is a true friend as well. My fav flowers are many Chris. Can't stick to one but still the Red rose, White Lilly, White Hibiscus, Sunflower, African Daisy.

[Chris Shaw]

How lovely. I have shrubs. Camellias, rhododendrons and azaleas. The orange blossom is wonderfully scented. Flowers though, I like pansies , begonias, forget me nuts, roses too:) too many to mention.

[Lorry]

Life is short Chris and the farther I go along the route we all go, the quicker it seems to pass.
I sounded really old the other day when I woke, insisting that it can't be morning again, having felt that I'd barely digested yesterday's honey nut cornflakes!
At least you get pretty confetti at the end of the camellias life cycle, all I'm left with is indigestion! 😀

[Chris Shaw]

You need rennies Lorry. I think I’ll stick with my confetti petals. They are prettier and don’t hurt. Yes life goes speeding through:) Thank you for checking in on a sunny day.

Chris

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Such a sweet, soft piece, like a pastel painted butterfly; delicate and lovely, I enjoyed.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Fabian. Pleased you enjoyed the blessings of my garden. Have a lovely Sunday.
read moreMany thanks Fabian. Pleased you enjoyed the blessings of my garden. Have a lovely Sunday.

Chris

[Fabian G. Franklin]

You too, dear. F.

[Ken Simm.]

Lovely use of adjectives to describe a certain seasonal atmosphere. I love how you have done this.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much Ken. That means something coming from you. Happy Sunday.

Chris

[Neville]

having read these words several times already (not because I struggled to understand them before) but for the sheer joy of drinking them in and to appreciate how you arrived at the title .. and get this, even as I type, I can see the scattered crimson confetti of one of my very own camellias in the middle terraced garden across the way from my open study window .. ink well spilt our Chris .. Neville

[Chris Shaw]

You too have scattered crimson confetti from your camellias. How lovely the view must be from your study Neville. Thank you so much for appreciating this poem and of course its title. There are many blessings if we take the time to look. I do.

Chris

[Neville]

.................. I know you do hawk-eye .. Neville

[Arundass TP]

Blessing in pure form is strength. Great work friend

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Arundass for your continued support. I appreciate you stopping by.

Chris

[Archishman Rick]

Good evening. It was wonderful to read your poem, Chris. The metaphors applied here are beautiful to say the least. I feel this captures the priceless worth of natural gifts set in impermanence. Beauty that decays, yet while doing so grants reality's wisdom, showing the glory of the cycle of life and death. I understand that the comforting spring season has come into bloom in your parts, and hope that you bask in its delight. Where I am though, the blazing tropical summer has already set in, with temperatures of 40 C being commonplace now, haha.
Cheers, Rik.

[Chris Shaw]

Hello Rik, your 40 C would literally kill me:) I much prefer cooler climes. Thank you so much for your comments. I appreciate you stopping by to share your thoughts. All the best.

Chris

[Soren]

A gentle poem on what many see as a dark subject but what I prefer to see as you as a natural process that can be as beautiful as all of the rest. I sensed a calmness in reading this poem and felt how even in leaving this existence that petal we leave behind, in memories, written words, or other art can be beautiful and a vision to others. A great message said so tenderly and poetically

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Soren, thank you for your time. I appreciate you sharing your thoughts here. Know you are appreciated. Have a great Sunday.

Chris

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Time devours all...
Some say it is a cycle of death and rebirth.
As nature goes through change and seasons.
Yet nature can have beauty in all forms, even in decay.
A touching poem.
Blessings.

[Chris Shaw]

You are so right. Even in decay there is beauty. Thank you so much for another review Ancient Rick. I appreciate your visit.

Chris

[The_Ancient_Rock]

You are welcome. Take good care. Have a nice weekend.