Their beauty’s only here for days.
Their pretty ways
We want to last
Too soon have passed.
Like every joy we’ve tried to hold,
Like yellow gold,
Like dreams come true
Come touched by blue.
The flowers tried. We’re on their sides.
The present hides
Yet yearns to show
Where all dreams go.
I am hosting today at dVerse. The form is the minute form illustrated above. You can find directions on how to write this at http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/minute.html.
Photo: “Yellow Blooms” by the author and linked to jasenphoto’s Tuesday Photo Challenge — Yellow.
I also linked this to Floral Friday Fotos.
“The flowers tried. We’re on their sides.” So bittersweet; the fleeting nature of beautiful moments is desperately saddening if we stop to think. Yet I suppose it’s their fragility and transience that illuminates them in our experience and memory.
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Time makes everything beautiful and memorable but seemingly transient. Thank you!
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Wonderful daffodils!
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Thank you!
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Beauty oF all
Perennial
FloWeRs
they come
and go enough
that we miss them more
Darkness Dances and Sings
LiGHT
iN
LiVinG
FloWeR Colors of LiFe..
that die and come back
more than less StaRlit aGain..
Annuals
Are
A best
of Beauty once..
Love them more
As they only come once..
Plant them more and never go bored
Colors oF LifE LiGht reFreshing anew..
Thanks Frank.. i enjoy
wandering through
your
Poetry
Garden today..
i plant
i plant
too as life
always comes new..
Never any perennial poetry
for me.. only annual NoW..;)
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I agree that the annual now is best. If we only had what was perennial we wouldn’t have any need to write anything now. Thanks, Fred!
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WiNks..
No perennial
Writers block
Here..:)
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Perfect rhythm, Frank. It’s something we don’t all respect—what the poem actually sounds like.
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Thank you, Jane! The rhythm is important. In case the meaning becomes too cryptic, sound provides a ground one can rest upon.
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🙂
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A lovely reminder of spring, Frank; we’re already on our way back to those ‘yellow gold’ flowers that seem to be gone in a flash. You’re a master of the form!
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Thank you, Kim! We’re heading toward the next spring while remembering the last one.
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A sweet, wistful contemplation that makes even reality beautiful. Well written!
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Thank you! We’re stuck with reality. It might as well be sweet and beautiful.
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Master of the form, oh yes. Odd, for me, the form moved fluidly & quickly–like it was pre-written & ready to spill out on the page. Transience–yup, breath, life & beauty–even pain.
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The form is short. It does move rapidly especially with those four syllable lines pushing it along. Thank you, Glenn!
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lovely flowers and your minute poem, Frank 🙂
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed the flowers and poem.
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I am so sad when flowers fade and summer season is done ~ Love the cadence, form and photo Frank ~
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Thanks, Grace! They’ll be back. They need to fade to return. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem and the photo.
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It’s such a classic subject for a lovely form. It does sound so nice. Well done, well written.
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Thank you, Sarah! The form is lovely. I do like the sound of it.
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Flowers are like a clock in themselves. In NZ the early magnolias are starting to flower and this means that they are emerging from winter and yet I feel like our summer is still not spent. We watch over our blossoms and heed their message. lovely poem, lovely daffs. XX
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They are a kind of clock and may even have messages more personal than a clock could have. Thanks, Alison!
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I do mourn to see those flowers fade–right now it’s our day lilies and shasta daisies. But like us, all things are passing. (And I did the form wrong, I think).
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I liked your variation on the form. I may try that myself next week. It’s a passing out and a passing into all held in the moment. Thanks, Victoria!
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Sometimes mistakes yield new ideas! Maybe we could call it the “Minute and a Half Poem.”
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That’s a perfect name for it! And your poem sounded good which is ultimately the goal of these metrical forms.
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Yellow a favorite color, this caught me at the ending with the question of where our dreams go.
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They go and return but I don’t know where or when. I like the brightness of yellow. Thanks, Kathy!
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This is excellent–I enjoyed every lovely word 🙂
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Thank you, Jael! I am glad you enjoyed it.
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You’re most welcome.
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They are indeed yellow gold. If they were gold all year, I probably would just take them for granted
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That’s true and maybe that’s why they aren’t here all year long. Thanks, Walter!
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Beautiful poem with imagery I can only call “present.” So well done, and thanks for a great prompt!
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Thank you! I enjoyed the sound of the form. It is another way, among many, an iambic meter can be structured. I am glad you liked it.
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Your poem is like flowers. They lead me on.
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I am glad the poem and the photo goes together. Thank you!
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Love the bright, golden words here.
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Bright and golden yellow are what I was aiming for. Thank you!
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A beautiful poem for beautiful flowers! I loved the form. Will certainly try.
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I hope you give it a try. Once the pattern is understood it sort of makes sense and sounds the way it should. Thank you!
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Thanks for the light. I’ll try 🙂
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Not only in perfect minute form, but a lovely read as well! Bravo
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Thank you, Beverly! I’ve been practicing in for the past few days. I am glad you enjoyed it!
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That second stanza…it makes me think about how we might hold onto something too tightly only to crush it. I guess it’s better to hold it gently, appreciate it for what it is, release and let go. It’ll return. Thanks again for the prompt. You really have this form down.
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That’s how I see that second stanza as well. It is hard not to hold on, but there is more beauty coming and this will return. Thanks, Lynn!
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It’s hard to believe the daffodils, the irises, the dogwood tree, and more are done blooming for the year. How can that be? Thankfully other flowers take their turns as the summer rolls on into fall.
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There’s always some beauty presenting itself to us. Thanks, Linda!
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I like the poetic allusion that loiters throughout, but steps slightly forward for the second stanza. A nice write, nicely illustrated by your photo!
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The second stanza does seem somber, more so than I remember being when writing it. I’m glad you liked the poem and photo, Charley!
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My thought on the second stanza… and the entire poem, really… is that it stands beside Frost’s Nothing Gold Can Stay. Your poem is beautiful, Frank… not somber… bittersweet, maybe.
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I had to reread Frost’s poem. They do seem similar in message and the gold/hold rhyme is in both. I liked the trimeter meter in Frost’s poem. I’m glad you liked it, Charley!
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there is a little sadness mingled with hope in this
thanks for the challenge – it was a good one
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed the challenge and this poem.
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Their beauty’s only here for days.
Their pretty ways
We want to last
Too soon have passed
Nature’s fleeting presence makes one yearn for more. Colors and beauty can make a difference even if they appear for just a while
Hank
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More beauty comes replacing what has past. I agree that the fleeting nature makes us yearn for more and perhaps even to pay attention. Thanks, Hank!
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A delightful poem, Frank. Yellow flowers are my favourites.
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Thank you, Robbie! I like yellow flowers as well.
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Ah but I love the transient beauty of daffodils. Their color is so beautiful!
I did enjoy this form much more than I thought I would….and here I am catching up on reading from last week while also on the haibun trail today!
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The form can be short and simple. I’m glad you liked the daffodils. Thanks, Lillian!
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Beautiful poem
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Thank you!
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we call them…easter-lilies 🙂
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That is a nice name for them. I don’t know many flower names except for some generics like “rose”. I usually think of them by color and shape. Thanks!
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Lovely, Frank.
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Thanks, Sara!
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Beautiful! Thank you for sharing 🌷
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Thank you, Leila!
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