On Going
I want to bloom
in the late afternoon
of my life
like the solitary yellow
four o’clock blossom
out my bathroom window–
last through the dark night
and be there when the morning comes
in a solitary yellow blossom.
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Wonderful! The imagery and the sentiment!
Thank you. There is a single blossom this am out the window. I have been watching for a bloom. The flowers were from seed from my mom’s who grew them for over 50 years. She passed two years ago and I just sat down and wrote the poem. Oh, in the children’s book, Sounder, I think the ending of the book speaking of death–goes something like this–once something blooms, it blooms forever—
Wonderful poem! I want to be one of those late bloomers too.
I recognized your name due to your work in Lex.
I appreciate so much your comment.
This a beautiful poem, a perfect poem!
Thank you. I had a wonderful time last June at your house with Coming of Age writers; it was your house was it not on Owsley Fork?
What a great idea and beautifully written!
I do, too, Carolyn–such lovely writing! May all poets bloom!
Thank you. I had a wonderful time last June at your house with Coming of Age writers; it was your house was it not on Owsley Fork?Sorry this was not meant for you Laura. But, I do think we are blooming as we write through this life journery.