In Passing

Cherry

By Bee

Fri, 06 Nov 2015
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You wrote a poem for a flower 

you found along the road; a simple lovely

torn from her source and left 

to be trodden on by passing boots. 



You stooped to gently raise her up 

and laid her on an old stone wall 

where she stretched back fading petals 

in the watery sun. 



And all the people went about their lives;

paid no mind to the beauty 

you preserved. No one stopped 

to weep, or even notice the dying of a rose



But I remember 

how you took your pen to paper

to immortalize a flower you would not forget

until the day you died.



You never took for granted, life and time 

upon this earth. We often talked

of how it would be, and in the end, you left

quietly, just as you lived in passing.

 

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Submitted by Starfish Girl on

A lovely tribute Bee, his life and death like that of the rose.

Lindy

Submitted by Bee on

Yes, very much like that, and now me trying to write about it. 

Thanks Lindy. 

Bee

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I agree with starfish - a wonderful comparison. what a gentle man he sounds

 

Submitted by Bee on

He was a gentle soul. 

Thanks insert. 

Bee

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you for the cherries. X

 

Bee

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

It is so nice to have attention drawn to the detail of one little flower. You notice so much more than with a big bloom. I remember looking long at one autumn leaf with a little girl I was helping to look after, and making a poem on that, and her sister picked me a bouquet of dandelion heads, and when I got back I put them in a tiny vase for the in-laws, and they were so pleased. (Couldn't get down to dandelion level nowadays!)

So, you have captured a shared memory which brings to mind his attitudes and character somehow. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Bee on

That's lovely. Thank you Rhiannon.

x

Bee

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

This is a really lovely tribute Bee. You've shown us so much of the man through this tale of his treatment of a beautiful little flower. I was wondering what became of his loving dog?

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thank for your kind words, Jane. Ellie passed away a while back - aged 18, I think. You can just about make her out in that photo. In my last post, the little dog sounds a bit selfish, but she was a sweetie, and as you say, loving and devoted to her man, 

Bee

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Sounds like a wonderful sort of man, Bee. This is a beautiful tribute. He'd be pleased, I'm sure.

Rich x

 

Submitted by Bee on

He was peaceful. Thanks Rich, really glad you liked.

x

Bee

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

There seems to be a spiritual sense of being when time slows down and we are able to look around and discover the beauty that surrounds us.

I loved your description of your friends deep enthusiasm to protect the rose, giving him compassion for all that encompasses Mother Nature.

Beautifully done Bee.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks so much, Jenny. I think we all need to slow down and notice what's there.

x

Bee

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Bee

Did you and he become friends through poetry? This is a lovely tribute to him and his take on life.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Jean.

We've been friends since childhood, but he was the one who introduced me to a writing site about 10 years ago, where he was known as Mango the Chutney Man. I've got so much out of poetry since, and feel I owe so much of that to him, and fun to have a friend in poetry. 

Thanks Jean.

x

Bee