Operation Midnight Bloom
The geraniums bloomed in the shadows of the solstice moon
as the bombs fell
The caladiums grew wild along the old decrepit fence row
as the bombs fell
The bergamot released its sweet minty scent in the summer heat
as the bombs fell
The hollyhocks climbed up the sides of the tilting barn
as the bombs fell
The magnolia blossoms fell like opaque tears
as the bombs fell
The weeping willow reached to embrace the earth
as the bombs fell.
She could not grasp the dichotomy of
what has happening.
13 thoughts on "Operation Midnight Bloom"
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I love the last line!
I love how the weeping willow is the last bloom mentioned
really impactful writing. such a terrible dualism.
Love the repetition, it captures the profundity as life goes on.
Powerful contrast of beauty and destruction.
Especially love:
“The weeping willow reached to embrace the earth
as the bombs fell.”
wonderful juxtaposition of today’s events of nature and politics
The title alone is chilling.
Absolutely love the title! I like that the flower lines are longer and situated above the other, like they are bombing the bombs.
Excellent poem! I also noticed the weeping willow at the end.
This is so moving. How can anyone make sense of what is happening?
The repetition here really drives the piece and makes it feel eternal.
Yes! Wonderful juxtaposition. I agree with Shaun about the repition. Well done!
Thank you for sharing this poem!
Radiant, destructive blooming of bombs juxtaposed with blooming of grief in the natural world. Certainly a contrast between the two, yet all acts of blooming. In that, I identify with the closing. Well done and well-crafted, Virginia Lee Alcott