How can this flower of beauty be in the same world as war?
Its frilly petals so delicate and pure;
It grows from earth, and yet in other climes that earth hides the blood of young men,
Where the sun beats down and no flowers grow.
How can the colour be so pale,
The stamen so bright?
How can it be that it’s here and blooming and there, boys are dying?
Such loveliness, that brings such joy of a promised spring,
for living and love
and
Hope.
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Hope.
Beautiful though provoking spring time remember, bold and fragile at the same time.
ReplyDeleteLoved it,
Joanny
I know that same feeling of wonder - how can beauty and ugliness coexist as they do? Nicely put.
ReplyDeleteSo well written! Such incongruities of life stagger the imagination. I do believe we may have been thinking along the same line. There is such innocence in that wondrous flower.
ReplyDeleteCHRISTINE, THANK YOU FOR DROPPING BY MY BLOG. THIS DAFFODIL HAS BROUGHT OUT THE BEST IN US!
ReplyDeleteYou're a very gifted writer. I read all of your posts, and found every one of them interesting.
ReplyDeleteI notice that most of your posts are gloomy. I have no idea of the details of your belief system, but I wish for you the joy that there is in trusting Jesus the Christ. True Christianity isn't always happy; it's a hard life and sometimes gloomy, but there's a joy down somewhere underneath.
Christine, this is a very provocative poem and beautifully done. Thank you.
ReplyDeletePoignant and thought provoking piece, Christine. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI know that same questioning wonder. Beauty and horror both live in the world, sometimes side-by-side. Well done!
ReplyDeleteSad yet hopeful on the differences of this world.
ReplyDeleteI had not visited your blog before, but read through the Nails as well--spooky that one. ...I like the background of stationary and writing on your blog.
Another great post. I love this Magpie project. Thanks for stopping by my neck of the woods. I used to be able to write poetry only when feeling sad. Then I looked at that and started to try different avenues. I am doing better. I love the look of your blog. Blessings
ReplyDeleteQMM
Ah, the age-old conundrum, Christine. But without war and death, would we appreciate the beauty of the daffodil?
ReplyDeleteYes I always wonder how that happens.. beauty and death; beauty and war.. Joan T
ReplyDeleteWith each sign of spring our hope is renewed for a world without war.
ReplyDeleteThe world will ever be so..heaven could be otherwise.. The beauty is the renewal..as you so ably show..
ReplyDeleteWhat a timeless question! Well done!
ReplyDeletewonderful poem and thought provoking!
ReplyDeleteso delicate and pure... promised spring...lovely, well done. Welcome Spring
ReplyDeleteog living and love and hope...just beautiful...
ReplyDeleteSo lovely and so true :D
ReplyDeleteYour very good, well done!
Marinela x
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