What Matters?

A flower grew
In the confines
Of a field, safe
From any harm
Admired by all
Eyes passing by
Watered by her
Joys, and cared
By a nourishing
Hand; in breeze
Her smile shone

Once the hand
Suggested the
Flower, smile
For a bouquet
Share her love
To the couple
Perfect for her
A life she could
Only dream of

For a moment
The fair flower
She was happy
She accepted
Yet when her
Eyes saw the
Shears in hand
She wanted not
That reverie

A decision to
Be made, the
Flower knows
Not what to do
What matters?
Freedom, her
Life how she
Loves it to be
Or momentary
Beauty, a love
That may last
A short while
Then the final
Slow wilting

What matters?

Written for Thursday Poets Rally, Week 34, December 2nd to December 8th.

I’ve been nominated for the Perfect Poet Award for the previous Rally Week. I accept it with this poem above, and in accordance with the criteria, I nominate Purvi for the next week’s award.

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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  1. Leo, that is a beautiful poem and I see a lot of meaning in this story-like poem. It is like a plea from a trapped soul, wanting freedom, however short/long a life. πŸ™‚ It is a sad poem, but I look at the flower as a brave one. πŸ™‚

  2. Isn’t this like an eternal question leo…not just for this flower but for all of us…would we give up our freedom to have those moments of beauty and wealth…what a lovely portrayal leo…no wonder you are the perfect poet and the poetry king for me πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€

  3. I love the way you structured your poem…. not alot of people care about structure these days but I do.. I love to be different… I love all different ways to present one’s work.. and this right here is very good..

    .Mase Da Rula.
    The Ruler’s Kingdom
    http://dieselfromthad.wordpress.com

  4. careful construction of your poem,
    Glad to see the flower blossom.

    cute entry,
    Thanks for the acceptance and nomination..
    Happy Rally week 34.
    πŸ™‚

  5. Even a flower could not decide for her fate…. πŸ™ because whatever she would chose she would end to her destiny soon… πŸ™

    What matters? She would matter for a while, to give some happiness to humans, but that’s all she can do. She wish to live longer and linger in the eyes as a beautiful creation but that’s not what she’s created for.

    What matters? We are sometimes like flowers, a beauty for a fleeting moment but will surely have an end….WILT!!!

    • Well, the first thing that popped into my head was that the flower could sacrifice her life for bringing beauty to others in a bouquet. Her life would be shortened but the joy that others would have admiring her would also bring her joy. πŸ™‚

    • Her joy could be a lifelong joy for her–which by the way, is not very long–flowers simply don’t have a long life span whether they’re left attached to the plant or cut. Or she could turn bitter and hold a lifelong grudge (which again, won’t be very long).

      She needs to face the facts that we all lose our beauty sooner or later and starting “wilting”. ( Next thing I know, we’ll be hearing about “petal lifts” for flowers!)

    • hehehe.. I wasn’t speaking literally, Bodhi. the flower is a metaphor, and it is some person’s dilemma. to do something they are loving, and having fun doing.. or to listen to someone else who feels that they’ve a better chance of a stable life doing something they’re interested in, but not very much in love with like the first one.

      deciding between their love for their freedom, and then an option given by someone they trust.. thats the dilemma I’ve tried to portray..

  6. You’ve talked about a very philosophical debate, and I really love the way you’ve presented it. I still often ponder over these lines and wonder which is better, momentary joy or a long and safe life. I don’t think there is any correct answer to it though, it all depends on perception. Wonderful poem!

    • yes, it is something I ponder on a lot too, Deadpoet.. and yes, it does depend on perception for sure.. glad u liked the presentation πŸ™‚

  7. It’s all a matter of choice, isn’t it?! And this poor li’l flower didn’t even have one. Whereas we, even with choices in hand, tend to go for the more lamer ones… look at addicts, for example.. For the few moments of bliss, they choose to waste away the rest of their lives! (sigh)

    I liked the way you brought out the dilemma of such choices, in your poem here… sometimes, it seems all too easy for an outsider, but the guy facing it cannot really say the same… Lovely poem, my friend!
    Kudos on the neat visual as well!

    • yeah, you got it spot on Kavi πŸ™‚ indeed such momentary bliss can be wasteful. glad u liked the poem, and yes, there is no way the one on the outside can understand or perceive how the person in the situation is feeling.

      thanks for stopping by & happy Rally to you πŸ™‚

  8. “…A decision to
    Be made, the
    Flower knows
    Not what to do
    What matters?…” For it has no control over its life.

  9. I don’t think anyones goal should be admired by all, but from those who matter to that person. And when we give ourselves to others we can’t really know what will happen next. Will they betray us or will they be thankfull and will love us eternally. I guess we should take a risk, otherwise we can end up alone, closed to the rest of the world and always wandering “What would happen if…”

    Nicely written,
    Spela

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