A withering bloom,
withdrawn into self-
only because it’s supposed to.
A different tune,
simply because it wants to.
Interesting use of supposed and want with flowers. Do they feel? Do they follow customs?
Hmmmm. Good questions. I’m not schooled in the emotions and customs of flowers, but I won’t say that they don’t have feelings
As for the loss of petals, I thought of trees that shed leaves when the temps get cool, yet they don’t all fall at once. I imagined the late ones as holding onto their foliage because they wanted to.
Thanks for stopping by and sharing your thoughtful comment, Myothervoices!
I like the idea of falling leaves as ritual, like the everyday rituals that we follow, the ones that cause people to get angry when they’re not, like queue jumping or something like that. I can imagine one tree getting all snooty with another for holding onto their leaves too long – what makes you so special? that sort of thing. You’ve given me an idea. Thanks
Ha! You’ve taken it a step further than my mind wanderings. I didn’t contemplate the ramifications of their choice to late bloom. I don’t know why, but the idea of trees getting snooty about it makes me laugh. Thanks for going along with my ‘out there’ idea. There may be a story there. If it materializes, I’ll credit your inspiration in the post, if you don’t mind.
I’m glad you got me thinking today, Myothervoices
Love the photo! Nice haiku form.
Thanks, Suzicate. It was one I took by the Rio Grande.
Pretty photo, Janna. Wonder why the one bloom died early — or was it the other one lived past its prime??
I wondered the same thing, Debbie. I know I probably over-thought it, but I liked the idea of flowers having some say over their blooms. Glad you stopped by
Turning things on their heads with the contrast! Nice job (oh, that word “withering” always makes me feel so sad)
Withering is a sad word, Phil. I’m glad you stopped by to smell the flowers.
Agaist a wonderful image of flower you wrote a nice poetry, that plays with suppose and want,
Life is full of things that have to be done, and are not subject to choice. It’s nice to think of instances where life’s course is truly a choice. Thanks for stopping by, Newwhitebear!
Daisies & Black Eyed Susans are my favorites . . . I prefer them still blooming.
I prefer the blooms as well, Nancy!
Awww I love it!
Marvelous photo and poem. I like dancing to the beat of a different tune, too.
I’m glad you enjoyed them, Sandra. I think there is freedom in dancing to a different tune.
Flowers marching to a different drum … lovely.
Thanks, Widdershins. I appreciate you stopping by!
I like rebellious flowers that bloom when and where they will.
Me too, Patti. The ones that bloom when all the conditions should dictate they die always capture my interest.
This picture is both happy and sad. One dies, another blooms, and on it goes…
It is, Dianne. I tend to focus on the living rather than the dead. (As a funny/odd side note – years ago, I asked my husband not to buy me cut flowers anymore. This is because I get really sad when they die and I feel guilty when I through the dried, moldy bunch of stems away.)
This always gives me hope, when I see some vegetation blooming past it’s prime. I’m always encouraging the leaves to “Hang On” during the fall.
Even though the leaves have to fall as part of survival, it is sad when they are all gone. Maybe between the two of us, we can encourage some trees to keep leaves through November? Yeah, I didn’t think so either, but it’s a nice though!
Wonderful! Love the boldness and beauty of the second flower – blooming despite the pressure not to! Great stuff Janna.
I’m glad you enjoyed the post. Thanks, GodGirl!
A lovely poem and so striking – well it was for me anyway. In an instant my emotional reactions to the ‘supposed’ and the ‘wants’ struck me with force. So concise yet so powerful. Thank you!
Thanks so much for stopping by, Linvinghopewellbeing. I appreciate it!
I love the contrast and striking simplicity of this poem. Wonderful.
Thanks so much, Imelda. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem
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