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A Flower was offered to me
A Flower frozen in time
A Flower so distinctly beautiful
Its Petals soft and curly
Its Stems looking up to the sky
A Flower of exquisite Creation
Of Colour, Contour and Design
A Flower in harmony with the Divine
I could not have asked for anything more
And nothing would have substituted
The Joy of holding it between my fingers
The Flower was not a Flower
But a gift from Heaven, am sure
Yet countless times I calculated
The Cause behind the Motif
The Motive behind the Present
The Reason behind the Joy
The Mystique behind the Miracle
The Possibilities it Proposed
The Opportunities it Negated
And in assessing the pros and cons
(A gross folly of the human mind
I know now it is...)
I somewhere lost the Moment
The Ecstasy of Gaining something Worthwhile
The Epiphany of Visioning the Enormous
The Marvel behind all Miracles
The Wondrous Find of Discovery
The Magnitude of Magnanimity
And so failing myself
I lost the Gift as well
The Gift from a Horizon Beyond
The Love that was twined in its Stalk
The Care that was imbued in its Palette
The Bliss that was weaved in its Touch
I was Offered a Flower I know
But I Lost a World I know not When
This Poem is shared with Poets United's Midweek Motif " A Flower Was Offered To Me"
Life is like that..
ReplyDeleteI loved the tenor of this poem..pathos and melancholy hidden behind words..one has to experience it to feel it!
Thank you Amitji. But there is something beyond melancholy and pathos which cannot be put in words.
DeleteI love the progression of this poem, the gift, the change of mood and loss...the closing lines are heartfelt...
ReplyDeleteThank you Sumana. Much indebted
DeleteA captivating poem indeed with each line enchanting as the one before with the ensemble leaving a message that you lost something precious due to a slight hesitation.I may be wrong!
ReplyDeleteAfter a long time KP. Yes, we all are hesitant to accept the present moment i.e. now and wallow in self pity later.
DeleteI think everyone can relate to that..overthinking the moment and losing its significance entirely...nicely done.
ReplyDeleteSo we see eye to eye, Thotpurge!
DeleteLovely progression..!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sanaa.
DeleteYes - a great sense of loss in this - i hope we can recapture that moment again..with time
ReplyDeleteI hope so too but it is all on hindsight and so some quantum of that discovery and that wonderment is lost somewhere.
DeleteI love the message in this poem - we all do this, from time to time, focus on the reality, and forget to encompass the wonder....I especially love "the epiphany of visioning the enormous". Wow, what a line that is! I loved this response to the prompt. Wonderful to see all the different responses to the same beginning line.
ReplyDeleteYes. Sherry the different takes on a single motif is really eye opening and thought provoking. Everyone has something to say and something to contribute.
DeleteNo wonder, flowers inspired poets like Wordsworth, who delighted in daffodils, and painters like Van Gogh, who celebrated sunflowers....beautiful lines, Geetashree!
ReplyDeleteWe all lack in that zen like quality of being aware of our awareness and that is why perhaps we miss the moment in mundane thoughts. Thanks Panchalidi.
DeleteThis is really a deep & well-thought-out poem! In your poem, a poem is a beautiful gift!
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary.
DeleteThat is the enigma of life, for everything we gain we lose a little too. What a beautifully written piece.
ReplyDeleteYes, Old Egg. You are absolutely correct. There is something always amiss. And that is why perhaps we are all seekers in our own ways. Thanks for being on this post and for your appreciation of my humble efforts. Regards
DeleteWhat a well thought out poem this is! Really you have given me much food for thought.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary for your kind words
Deletepristine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Sunita
DeleteLoved the flow and the message in the poem. Enjoy the fleeting moments while they last. :-)
ReplyDeleteTruly. Aanewala pal jaanewala hai..ho sakey to ismey zindagi bitaado pal jo yeh jaanewala hai...remember the song? We are so busy applying our minds to various nittygritties that we forget to enjoy the ephemeral and subtle gifts of life.
DeleteI loved this poem and felt its tenderness inherent in each and every word of it in the same way as I feel the tenderness of a real flower.
ReplyDeleteJitendra Mathur
Oh! Mathur Sahab such tender thoughts.
DeleteVery beautiful and poignant.
ReplyDeleteThank you Indrani!
DeleteThe interplay of human emotion in your beautiful poem is great!
ReplyDeleteThank you Carol
DeleteThis is beautiful. Reminds me to accept gifts - material, spiritual, intangible, as they are and not intellectualize or overthink them. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteYes. I hope to remember it too.
DeleteA gift from heaven can never be matched
ReplyDeleteHank
True Hank!
DeleteDelightful poem so well-penned. When God smiles, we see it on earth as a blooming flower...
ReplyDeleteYes, Nicholas and we miss the beauty by overindulging in its motives and causes.
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