Notes on the Lotus
She bloomed in Buddha’s
footprints. Her seed
is known to survive thousands
of years without water. Entombed
in Egypt alongside chariots
& golden scarabs she was
scattered like christening
water on the pharaoh’s
gleaming coffin. Born
suspended in weedy
muck & thick shallow
clay, her beauty
opens to the sun—elegant
pink sunburst.
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Really like the conceit (if that’s the right word) of this poem, as if a Botanist’s notes. You establish how incredible the lotus is, and then give us the real deal with that beautiful blooming line at the end. Well done.
Love your title and the straightforwardness of the couplets!
Your poem tells me there is hope for all of us—even born in mud—showing us beautiful evidence in the “elegant pink sunburst”..Expansive! Thank you!
One of my favorite flowers. Love it.
” elegant pink ”
Yum!
Yes, from muck
to sunburst
Lovely.
a physical position that eludes my hips and meniscus-but i can get there in spirit with your poem!
one of the things I tell myself when things feel bad – no mud, no lotus. Thanks for this reminder!
Lovely poem, Linda.