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
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
Our bodies might be fragile, but not our souls! :)
ReplyDeleteA very nice poem!
Love the opening lines to this poem. And you summed it up well at the end.
ReplyDeletereally lovely.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
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