Blooming
Blooms
There is no better way to judge our lives
than a statement of Gibran about flowers
he spoke so flawlessly about how flowers
cannot bloom in a heart that’s like a volcano
it occurred to me he wasn’t talking about passion
for passion is the food of all things beautiful
it is rage that kills the daisy and the day
I must have learned this at a young age
my mother loved Gibran’s books
he was a poet and more
he was a real human
who bloomed and
propagated reason
like a row of bright
tulips of red and white
aligned in a peaceful sea of green
Stumble It!
Pretty
Very full of thought. Gibran sounds like a smart man and your mother an intelligent woman who raised her son to emulate these qualities. Great poem. The photo captures the essence of the poem.
There’s a reason for the screen name I’ve chosen. Perhaps it’s time to re-evaluate.
Beautiful mother…beautiful son…