Petals Define Life

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Petals smile; soften our hearts
Memories mesmerize; sometimes.
Petals perish within days
Memories last like a perennial stream

Petals fall; flutter away
Memories stay; somber or stoic.
Petals sleep within protected layers
Memories deepen; deluge our senses

Petals exude positive light
Memories mingle with darker hues.
Petals perpetuate fleeting joy
Memories merge in moments of woe

Petals define paradox of life
Memories hold it firmly.
Petals preach momentary bliss
Memories seek eternity.
© Balroop Singh

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41 thoughts on “Petals Define Life

  1. Beautifully written Balroop.
    Quote : ”
    Petals sleep within protected layers
    Memories deepen; deluge our senses “.

    I seem to currently go through a period of dreams that are based on events and memories. Yet I sleep when
    this happens. Could the petals dream of being kissed by the sun? 😊 .

    As you see, I am intrigued

    Miriam

    1. Lovely thoughts Miriam… dreams are blissful messages and I am sure all elements of Mother Nature dwell in them. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. Have a wonderful weekend.

  2. Hi Balroop, I was struck by the word “soft” when describing a rose. Often, thorns are associated with roses. Yet, rose petals are soft. I appreciate the word “paradox” and the meaning it has for me. The last two lines gave me goosebumps. Beautiful on many levels.

  3. I like the way you have analyzed this poem Erica. Strange that I didn’t think of thorns, probably I was just looking at the positive glow of roses. 🙂 Thank you for sharing your lovely thought.

  4. Ah, yes. I wish memories could be all soft pink pedals. But as you describe so daintily here, memories are made of sterner stuff. Gorgeously rendered, my poetic friend.

    1. Some memories are soft Pam, one that comes to my mind is becoming a mother for the first time and holding a newborn grandchild. 🙂 The second line hints at such memories.

  5. Terrific poem as always, Balroop. I particularly enjoyed the conscious use of juxtaposition throughout. By exploring the two concepts in tandem, you heightened our appreciation for both with your contrast and comparison. Lovely stuff. : )

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