arise, yielding
enormous grey flowers.
Their electric stems
sprout
through buildings
trees,
the high point
in a field.
Leaves of flame
unfold at their bases,
sometimes buried
under a cascade
of raindrop petals,
sometimes growing
into a bush.
Eventually
the gardens wither,
die in a pile
of debris
to be swept away.
Sometimes
they are gone
in a moment,
without a trace.
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sometimes….
And other times they just last too long. Great piece!
i could totally use a storm right now to break the heat…so arise indeed…
I hear you on that. God save us from this heat…And Matt, lovely imagery, solid use of metaphor.
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some beautiful imagery… im a lover of flowers myself. great work!
This poem brings to mind the things I miss living in the desert…beautiful.
Gardening is sure a lot of work for just a few bloom which can last a short time, but isn’t that true of many things in life. I’d hate to miss the show…
Sometimes they look like flowers and sometimes cauliflours turned dark and ominous. But watch out when they go green there’s circulation, and turmoil above. While they may leave shortly, not without vacuuming worlds up into them. I have seen tornadoes and I know what they do!
it’s kind of cryptic to think of something existing with no trace left behind of its life, hmmmm…interesting to think about.
Wonderful deft use of metaphor–not an off note anywhere as the storm builds word by word and passes. In lieu of actual rain, badly needed here, this is an excellent substitute to refresh the mind, if not the garden.
Lyrical and beautiful– this rocks my world! xxxxj
A wonderful write, Matt. Truly….
Change is always difficult, I know. 😀
Gorgeous write!
Beautiful imagery !
Great poem.. i actually read this two ways.. the build-up of a storm (meteorological and one within ourselves)
really great stanzas..simply stated without the use of excess words to fill space.
nicely done!!
This appears effortless and completely natural, but nothing in life is ever that easy!!
I enjoyed this piece. I along and thought it was nice but… Then simple me said, “Oh!”
Yeah, like I was struck by lightning. Well done, Matt.
yes sometimes they are gone, just like that. love the imagery here.
what a wonderful way to describe a summer thunderstorm! i especially like the image of lightning as “electric stems.” your words are full of beauty and power, just like nature’s “storm gardens.”
I guess everything dies…eventually. Best to enjoy it, like this, before it’s gone.
Love your style here beautiful romantic.
gone in a moment, remembered in an instant too.
seemingly simple, yet like all the best poems, the meaning creeps up as you read on. Lovely.
Awesome. Such beautiful imagery. Wonderful statement on growth and decay, IMO.
The voice of the piece…especially “die in a pile of debris” delivers the tone so matter-of-factly, you can’t help but listen.
an arrow straight to my garden loving heart.
yes, even the garden tangles with death and ruin.
great writing.
And it takes away so much of us with it when it goes away..
Their electric stems
sprout
through buildings
trees
Thank you for this, it is one of the things I love about plants, you captured it so well.
“leaves of flame
unfold at their bases,”
I love these lines
beautiful
Beautiful! I shall say no more just beautiful!
great images!
see it took me forever to get here…but i made it..and i’m totally up for a storm…smiles…good imagery in this matt
Vivid images… Excellent metaphors!
Storms do have a way about them.. no? Well painted here..
And sometimes, a storm is just what we need.
I do love these leaves of flame, and yes, sometimes they are gone, much too soon.
A beautiful poem! I love summer storms.
(and thanks for your kind comments on my poem!)
Not always though 🙂 Just sometimes. Lovely poem, Matt.
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It was a lovely painting with words of the life in the garden.. and the ending was so stark..
Shashi
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Great metaphor work here