Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Flower In The Ash - May 25, 2010



Flower In The Ash

A lovely flower grows from the ashes of the fire
Blooming splendidly all alone
No trace of char or remnants of the flame
Still the smell of the smoke isn't gone

There is no telling residue on the petals
One would never know the flower's closeness to the flame
Stop and smell the rose so lovely in the ash
Then see if you still feel the same

The flower is a heart that has continued to exist
The only way it knows how to survive
Still blooming in the ash but untouched by the fire
But alone will the flower continue to thrive

There will come a day when the flower of the heart
Can move away from the ashes of the fire
Learn to live again in a garden full of flowers
And the smell of the smoke will expire

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

10 comments:

Kathy K said...

Amazing! Did you find the picture to go with the words or did the picture inspire the words? Either way, the message of the words is extraordinary.

Love, love, love! your poetry.

Neva Flores said...

Kathy, the picture inspired the words. So glad you like it.

Jonie said...

Absolutely wonderful thanks!

Me said...

Once again first class

jo oliver said...

Such a beautiful and inspiring message.

BBB said...

I love the analogy here. Wonderful writing!

zenabowli said...

The fragrance of the garden flowers are nourished, rooted in the ashes that are mixed into the garden soil... thanks, nice poem.

figgdimension said...

rebirth from the flames like the firebird...

Jack said...

this poem reminds me of lotus flower. eastern thought appreciates the flower that is rooted in the mud of the pond, yet flowers on the surface.

This is an elegant poem, enjoyed it very much. Thanks Neva!

TJF4316 said...

This poem has moved me to tears. I have been blessed to know why and how these words came to be.These words will reach down deep inside of you and touch the parts of your heart that you think have been damaged beyond repair.Like the smoke leaving at last and letting the subject of this poem finally move on and be free.So will the time come for the reader to move on and be free at last.