As you can see, this piece is comprised of two individual poems that are linked. I look forward to seeing what could be improved and what worked. Many thanks!
1)
Transient Beauty
How
can a tree be so captivating?
Calming
pinks,
Cloud-like
abundance,
the
cherry blossom is nature’s brief gift.
As
I stand,
in
this mock garden
of
a culture to which I do not belong,
the
concrete jungle outside
seems
distant
while
I’m under this exotic tree.
Why
am I fixated on this
one,
specific thing?
Perhaps
it’s the rarity?
The
colour? The symbolism
of
innocence and delicate youth
This
Japanese flower deserves my attention.
I
take as many shots as I can,
mementos
of my time spent well.
I
fear I’ll never capture it’s beauty in a still
and
lifeless photo.
Are
petals so delicate
meant
to last?
2)
Sakura’s
Musing
Petals
so frail
do
not last.
My
admirer,
you
are in the prime of
your
life,
I
am at the end
of
mine.
Oh
young one,
does
my short life
make
me special?
You
will live for nearly a century!
I....
I live for a couple of decades.
Watcher
mine,
my
delicacy is sacred to you,
the
apple of your eye.
My
fragile being
is
my achilles heel.
My
passing visitor,
thank
you for your brief company,
it
may as well have been years.
The
innocence of my flower
is
fleeting.
A
Cherry Blossom’s transient beauty.
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