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GROWING PAINS
Dear burgeoning Star Jasmine
On purpose left to overgrow.
To welcome in the season,
put on a Springtime show
Your tiny blossoms, brilliant white,
blanketing a verdant sky.
Perfume attracting acolytes.
Honeybees to flowers fly.
Fragrance gone, now brown petals fall.
New growth encroaches on human pathway.
To prune you gives no pleasure at all.
Your beauty remains in well-trimmed display.
On purpose left to overgrow.
To welcome in the season,
put on a Springtime show
Your tiny blossoms, brilliant white,
blanketing a verdant sky.
Perfume attracting acolytes.
Honeybees to flowers fly.
Fragrance gone, now brown petals fall.
New growth encroaches on human pathway.
To prune you gives no pleasure at all.
Your beauty remains in well-trimmed display.
Published 14th Apr 2019
Author's Note
NaPo/GloPoWriMo poem #13. I was pruning my star Jasmine bush, that we left overgrown until after blossomed. I thought it deserved an explanation for my necessary cruelty .
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14th Apr 2019 1:04pm
Pruning always feels a bit cruel - as does cutting down trees for winter wood. I've never quite resolved in myself the sense of sadness that goes with it. Perhaps writing the poem redeems the situation - then it becomes a ritual and takes on meaning in a bigger context, where it all makes sense.
14th Apr 2019 5:00pm
Thank you, Josh! I find it touching whenever I read or saw in a movie America's indigenous people thanking the great spirits for a kill while hunting. It to me expressed the respect they have for natural things even though by necessity forced to do them harm.
