Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Fragile survival

The blossoms slight of pink
fragile life
Yet the strength it takes in the seasons
to survive and bear the fruit
Often too cold
         or the soil
hardened by the fired sun

These blooms like a woman
                 so like a child
soft gentle blossoms
                soft gentle child
How fragile seems a woman
especially with child

So like the blossom on the tree
these fragilities of life
can survived
even the worst of life
          for some
children      like the blossom
their birth comes too early
Only survives
           against all odds

Like the blossoms that looks so gentle
soft, fragile of bloom
so is life

Not so fragile are we
     in life
We are none of us permanent
We are none of us fragile
Only fragile to the possibility
       of life's abruptness to end
So like the blossoms that have the strength to bear the fruit
We are an endless possibility
                       to the survival of our life 


  1. Our bodies might be fragile, but not our souls! :)

    A very nice poem!

  2. Love the opening lines to this poem. And you summed it up well at the end.

  3. I relate to what you are saying ... I often wonder about this ... how humans can be so tough and yet so fragile all at once. You capture that well here.