Spring Flower

The miracle of a flower's life from the inside

 in the beginning was potential

dark and cold, permeated with inward focus

then warmth slowly suffused

potential awakened, began to swell

then wrinkling moisture saturated 

close nutrients turned on and flowed in

and pressure built and built

 

birth began through a tiny crack

a tender pale arm appeared

driven by the resultant pressure

of rapid multiplying growth

feeling preservation primal urgency

the pale arm drew chemical strength

driving against gravity

breaking rock and compressed soil

to erupt emergent and triumphant

a flag, a limp fist to the world

into life-changing solar rays

into engulfing ambient violent air

 

totally transformed chemistry

formed different cells, accelerating growth

 gulping the rays and the heat

creating a powerful pipe

a tough stem, a juice conduit

protected from the violence

shooting high into the air

fighting for sun, sun, and more sun

projecting the stiffened glorious 

sexual bud as a fist of defiance

 

to mother nature’s delight, 

this eye candy to the dominant biped’s sight

continues the annual ritual cycle

drawing earth’s nutrients up

converting them efficiently

and releasing a natural perfume bi-product

this marvelous magical factory 

finally receives the signal from Mother 

to release, to reproduce, to show the best

 

the resilient fist atop the stem

explodes in delicate glory, presents itself

with sexual organs spread wide

pistol and stamen stand above

glorious brightest color soft blanket petals 

water repellant and violence resistant

inviting hungry, celebrating insects to

sweet coated candy nectar

giving and receiving in an orgy

of open essence exchange

 

when purpose is complete

when essence is formed and once again

is inward focused and shell hardened

when the soft bright pillows serve no purpose

they wither and drop away

the shell is loosened to travel 

by wind, by animal to a new place

by happenstance, chaos directed

to a place where nutrients are fresh 

and hope is strong

to a place where autumn winds 

will bury and enclose in protective darkness

where zen patience and potential

await a new beginning

Reviews

[Rambling Prose]

I'll certainly never view my gardens in quite the same way. This write took me on a magical journey , where the mind's eye would never have traveled otherwise. The imagery is simply amazing & the flow, flawless.

You are one talented man, and I can only aspire to write in this fashion! I'm spellbound.

Thank you for the rose colored glasses...

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Should this have a mature rating Ed? It is strangely erotic HA!! Beautifully crafted piece of Botanical wisdom. Are you a nature lover? Silly question! It is like you either found the birth of a flower by waiting around to hand out the cigars or watched the development on TV through time speed camera work...whichever it was, you know your stuff...Nature has many miracles to present us every day and you have put this into beautiful prose, I can only imagine the work that went into this...Kudos Ed...
Wonderfully detailed work.
Cheers,
Helen :-)))

[Russianbeauty]

very inspiring. thank you for posting

[Robert Wilson]

Never thought I'd read a poem about the cycle of life through a scientific perspective, but I have, and it's great! Your writing is so unique, I love it.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

A very sensual and scientific write at the same time - quite an absorbing combination. This is truly a delightful poem - full of hope and power. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha

[TL Boehm]

whew - sensuality, sexuality the raw force of nature, beauty - its all spilling out here - there is no way I could keep a poem on its toes for the duration, but you did....I am stunned and in awe. Well done.