Little Girl and Lost Blossom

A pretty thing, a fragile thing,
a somersault in a sonnet,
with golden curls and pale white pearls,
she gathered and gazed upon it.

The sweet bouquet, a quaint display,
purple petals on gentle blooms,
the tiny leaves like verdant sleeves
on the skin of silken perfumes.

She dreams in sound, in sound surround,
where the shadows no longer steal,
where light is bright at dark of night;
and her dreams are suddenly real.

Once so awesome, her lost blossom
folded from famine and fatigue.
For all her days, she spoke its praise
in the double-bloom of intrigue.

Her eyes were cast until the last
between the open sea and sky.
She cared for all, both big and small,
among the flowers’ fainted sigh.

A garden grows and no one knows
all the secrets planted within.
I see a girl, a pretty pearl
in the nacre of earthen skin.

A gentle nod to dear, sweet God,
a summer breeze full of spirit.
A soar above, a song of love,
a gift to those who will hear it.

A single stone, a harp of bone,
a bowl of rice to feed the moon,
a sacred stream, a nascent dream,
she flies high in a loft balloon.

Author's Note

Reviews

[willweb]

That was so much fun to read. I love the rhyming scheme of this, it made the poem very song like by giving it a melody of its own. The rhymes were so tight that I almost forgot it was a rhyming poem as I read it. I loved this.

[barleygirl]

I admire your ability to take a simple photo/art concept & bloom it into such a fulsome poem, always with strong rhyme, rhythm, & unique word choices. I found myself sensing a melancholy core to your otherwise bright lilting descriptions. I read this to be like a dreamy journey trying to get back to the innocent inner child we all end up missing some chunks from (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Dave Brown]

This is a lovely poem, just one of your many, this and the image you've selected fit together perfectly
Lovely write

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Dave. I appreciate the visit.

[andrew mitchell]

A poem of true form, nicely written, such a lovely read.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Andrew.

[Chris]

almost a winsome lullaby...

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Hello, beautiful soul. It's good to hear from you.

[Chris Shaw]

Loved the strong rhythm in your stanzas. I read your lines out loud and they flowed exceptionally well. I appreciated both the end and internal rhyme you have used. The sadness in this poem really came through for me. Beautifully penned. First class poetry Linda Marie.

Chris

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Chris. Have you ever pondered just how magical the English language is, how words can be interwoven to create such rhythmic beauty? It really is amazing when you think about it.

[Stella Armour]

I enjoyed the flow of the 8 beat meter, it really enhanced the poem.

The innocence of new life, especially a child is something very beautiful.... flowers and children bloom and yet they flower often in harsh gardens where there is no nurture to sustain the beauty.

A lovely, sad and yet gorgeous poem :)

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you for visiting, Stella.

[Einstein Noodle]

strong opening verses ...especially like this line: "a somersault in a sonnet," boy! if that line doesn't just fit an innocent child ... full of the joy of life .. i don't know what does :) ...i admire the relevant language rhyming ..so easy to cheat and go a bit trite when using it ... "She dreams in sound, in sound surround," :) her sad story of a hard life yet victorious in her keeping her "blossom" close ... a gentle sad refrain this poem ... she is set free in death .. well done .. i think your use of the language is pro for sure ... inspiring story telling with lots of room for individual "additions" ... a very gentle feel overall when i read "Little Girl and Lost Blossom" ..perfect pic and music... everything fits and compliments .. thanks for sharing! :)
E.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you for the inciteful and thoughtful review. Your words really mean a lot.

[Einstein Noodle]

this poem is deeply touching ... very pro says i!

[Rhayne]

In a harsh world, a gentle life stayed gentle to the end, leaving behind kind memories for those who loved her. What a beautiful poem, obviously from a beautiful soul.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Rhayne, for visiting and whispering in my ear.

[JTD]

A garden grows and no one knows all the secrets planted within ... An analogy for a life lived, now gone. I see the list blossom as that of her life. This could be interpreted in various ways depending on the reader. Stupendous!

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, JTD.