Tuesday, July 16, 2013

dVerse Open Link Night "Fragrant"

"Photo courtesy of Bonnie of Original Art Studio 

My Children (or "Fragrant")

Purposefully I tend my roses,
freshly sprinkle with care, secure
them just so, yet wander they do,
gloriously climb higher 
than I can reach, leaving me
inhaling resplendent fragrance
and admiring colorful, vibrant blooms.

by Margaret Bednar, July 16, 2013

This is for dVerse Open Link Night #105 ... celebrating crossing the two-year threshold.  I reworked a poem I wrote in 2010 - did that after I had submitted the second one (a tanka) a few hours earlier today.  Just felt I needed a new poem for the celebration.    The original written:


My world is fragrant,
each bloom vibrantly lovely,
life's force glorified,
still freshly worn and displayed.
Each "rose" my joy, my purpose.



This is also a nod to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads "Live a Little" - a mini challenge asking us what we live for.  At this stage in my life, it is simply my children.  Quite simple, boring, perhaps, but the truth.

When I was a little girl I admired a rose trellis at my grandmother's house - the roses climbed far, far beyond my reach.  

Thank you all who visit me here -- summer has swallowed up my free time, but I will make sure I celebrate TWO YEARS of dVerse!!!

20 comments:

Mary said...

Each of life's blooms is beautiful! Enjoy your five-mile walk.

Brian Miller said...

smiles...nice to stop and smell the roses...unless they are like my roses who just spent 2 hours at the skate park and need a shower...hahaha...def great to have a passion for family margaret...

Mystic_Mom said...

When you love the roses, they and their thorns make loving worthwhile. Love this, and your end note too!

Mama Zen said...

As I read the first one, I immediately thought of my daughter. Fine work, Margaret.

Daniel LaFrance said...

Love it!

Laurie Kolp said...

Children are just as fragile as roses. Summer has been crazy here, too... but I'm enjoying every minute of it.

Outlawyer said...

I am with you in the children front. We are so lucky to have that kind of love in our lives. A lovely poem and metaphor and another great pic. K. This is Karin of Manicddaily on mobile device that wants me to use old blogger blog. K.

johnallenrichter said...

So nice Margaret.... I remember the beautiful red rose vines my mother kept along a fence hiding our front porch... As a child I remember thinking they rose so gracefully into the reaching maple leaves... I found such beauty in them, but even more so with the thought that they, themselves, never truly know how beautiful they are or how they can change the world so wonderously.....

Heaven said...

Enjoy the blooming roses and the times with your children ~ They are precious memories ~ What a stunning rose picture ~ Smiles from BC ~

Claudia said...

ah it's good when they grow and climb higher than we could... and just good to inhale their scent... a great metaphor

Ginnie said...

Summer is for your children, Margaret, so "eat them up" while you have them at home! I love how you said it: wander they do,
gloriously climb higher
than I can reach.

Björn said...

A lovely tribute to your garden or a symbol for something else (real children) climbing higher/growing up.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Very beautiful. I love it that you live for your children. I also love the lines about them "climbing higher than I can reach", as is the way, with roses and children.

Beachanny said...

Roses seem to hold the secrets of the universe - from the smallest movement of electrons to the shape of nebulas in space, the rose captures that shape, it yields its fragrance slowly, unwrapping its beauty as it unfolds revealing circles in a spiral. All so well expressed in your celebration of life here!

rumoursofrhyme said...

Beautiful, both the poem and the photo ... beautiful.

hedgewitch said...

You know I am with you here, Margaret. In fact, I have told my neighbors who comment on my garden that the flowers are my 'children.' I don't know that life would be the same without them--it would certainly be poorer without the things you underline in your poem(s.)Thanks for sharing the memory of your grandmother's roses--I vividly remember the alley behind my own grandmother's very urban apartment house alive with towering hollyhocks, like a forest, all escaped from her tiny garden, towering over my head.

girlwiththepen1118 said...

breathtaking ~inhaled inheritance !

Akila G said...

A very beautiful garden you have Margaret and be rest assured of having it young and fragrant for you always! :)

sreeja harikrishnan said...

Beautiful poems....and it is quite interesting to see how you revised the poem....once I write, I struggle a lot to make changes and often it doesn't happen and my friends doubt, how can i make improvement in my writing....

anotherwanderingsoul said...

both versions shine and glow with their own beauty. Excellent write, Mary. loved imagining you as a little girl, admiring that rose trellis... made me smile...
Enjoy the sun!
~Miriam