Poetics- To Be a Flower

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“The lotus is the most beautiful flower, whose petals open one by one. But it will only grow in the mud. In order to grow and gain wisdom, first you must have the mud — the obstacles of life and its suffering. … The mud speaks of the common ground that humans share, no matter what our stations in life. … Whether we have it all or we have nothing, we are all faced with the same obstacles: sadness, loss, illness, dying and death. If we are to strive as human beings to gain more wisdom, more kindness and more compassion, we must have the intention to grow as a lotus and open each petal one by one. ” ― Goldie Hawn

Hello dVerse Poets and Scribes-

Welcome to Tuesday Poetics where we enjoy each other’s words and company! The bar is officially open and I am serving up flowery drinks such as a bachelor’s button martini, a borage and pansy cocktail, or how about some chamomile infused wine? And if those don’t suit you, we have the standard fare.

As you all know, I love flowers and I have a garden full of them. Like humans, every flower is unique. Some flowers have more petals than others and are different colors. Flowers such as Iris are tall and have a slender stem, while hydrangeas are bushy and fat. Some smell sweet such as Wisteria and frangipani, while others downright stink, such as the carrion flower. Just as some people can be cantankerous, roses entice you to touch them but beware their thorns as they bite!

Carrion Flower- Wikimedia Commons

Here’s a little beauty from Emily Dickinson:


Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Three: Love

VII


I HIDE myself within my flower,

  That wearing on your breast,

You, unsuspecting, wear me too—

And angels know the rest.


I hide myself within my flower,

That, fading from your vase,

You, unsuspecting, feel for me

Almost a loneliness.

Source: Bartleby.com

And this is one I love:

Wild Pansy

Lisa Bellamy

As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay

when, heedless, she flew over the meadow.

She had swallowed me in my homeland when she spied me

lying easy under the sun—briefly, I called her Mother

before I passed through her gullet like a ghost.

In a blink of God’s eye I was an orphan. I trembled

where I fell, alone in the dirt. That first night

was a long night, early May and chilly, and I remember

rain filled my furrow. I called out for mercy—

only a wolverine wandered by. I cursed my luck,

I cursed the happenstance of this world, I smelled

his hot stink, but he nosed me deep into the mud—

this was the gift of obscurity. I germinated, hidden

from the giants of earth, the jostling stalks,

the various, boisterous bloomers, and this was my salvation.

After seven days and nights I pushed through—

yes. Here I am, kissable: your tiny, purple profusion.

Source: Poets.org

So today fellow poets, I would like you to think about what flower you most identify with or is your favorite (I know that will be hard!) and write a poem from the perspective of that flower. Some questions to think about: How did the flower begin? What has it seen? How does it feel to be a flower? Where did it end?   
To help you with the task, here is a website that list flowers from A-Z: All My Favorite Flower Names

Lastly I want to leave you with this absolutely beautiful animated video, “The Story of Flowers”

When you’ve written and posted your poem to your blog, add your link to the Blinky widget below, and then visit the other poets’ pages and read and comment on their work. Also, be sure to link back to dVerse so others can join in as well!