Here Lies Marigolds and Zinnias
We are all like flowers
Cut from the ground we came from
We are all looking out
From the vases we are held in
Named for our family lines by botanists
Hoping our petals will be cherished
We are all flourishing and fading
Giving and taking our seed to the grave
~ Colleen Redman
October 13th, 2009 9:43 am
Song of Solomon 2:10-14
My beloved spake and said unto me, “Rise up, my love, my fair one and come away.
For behold, the winter is past, the rain is over, it is gone.
The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land.
The fig-tree mellowes her winter figs and the vines in bloom give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one and come away!
My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the precipice, let me see your countenance, let me hear your voice, For sweet is your voice and your countenance is lovely!”
October 13th, 2009 9:58 am
I go looking for the like button and there isn’t one. Confusing the 2 worlds! But I really do like this.
October 13th, 2009 10:07 am
I took the photo while in a family cemetery at a nearby farm, visiting the sculpture marker of friend’s grave made by his son. Mara, who lost her dad recently was with me, and I think it was her who stuck the flower in the marker-like tree stump. I wrote the poem a few years ago and just thought they matched and captured the feeling of that day without directly talking about the experience.
So in a way it’s marker for the feeling of that day in the for journal function of my blog.
October 14th, 2009 6:50 am
Loved it and it fits so much of today …..
October 14th, 2009 8:22 am
Very lovely. Hope you’re getting along okay without your fellow.
October 14th, 2009 12:54 pm
very nice poem, colleen.
February 12th, 2014 4:38 pm
nice…thanks for pointing me back to this one…the flourishing/fading, giving/taking makes for a really effective close colleen
April 11th, 2014 1:26 pm
…cut from the ground we came from. … vases we are held in…
This is lovely! What a fantastic use of metaphor – I adore cemeteries My favorite being Bonaventure outside of Savannah GA – if you ever get a chance to go there, you will find many poems wanting to sprout from your pen 🙂