Wednesday, March 27, 2013

IGWRT's Words Count with Mama Zen - "Camellia, Dear"


Camellia, Dear

A beauty fair,
blushing and bright,
greets my eye
this morning light,

perfection worshiped,
a moment adored,

but

beneath golden lashes
and rounded form,
scented dreams
do but rot

discarded, scattered,
aging debutants,
beheaded.

Margaret Bednar, March 27, 2013


This is for "Words Count with Mama Zen"  Poe -etics - look outside, write something scary, make Edgar Allen Poe proud ... no longer than 50 words.  
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16 comments:

  1. Kerry O'ConnorMarch 28, 2013 at 12:17 AM

    That camellia is spectacular in bloom. I love the way you saw the contrast between the flowers and decay. It is an interesting perspective.

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  2. Amrit SinhaMarch 28, 2013 at 3:03 AM

    A wonderful comparison ... loved it !!!

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  3. Sabio LantzMarch 28, 2013 at 4:45 AM

    I adore your design and plot: the two photos separated by the poem.
    When I started the poem I thought "Arghh, another nature lover poem", but then it 'nicely' transformed (via the prompt) into "Gutsy Poetry" full of gruesome playful beauty.
    For me, a hint of an earthy realistic way to view our lives at times.
    Nicely done. [and thanx for the visit]

    PS: in my comment box either you did an accidental typo, or (more likely) you computer automatically populates the URL box with:http://margaretbednar365.blogspot..com
    which has TWO periods in it and creates a dead link, instead of
    http://margaretbednar365.blogspot.com
    I fixed them for you, but thought you'd like to know so others can click on your name and find your wonderful blog more easily.

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  4. HannahMarch 28, 2013 at 8:43 AM

    I love that ending!! Beheaded indeed...one with an imagination can go places...your ending image is and that line together are spectacular!! Excellent, Margaret!

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  5. JinksyMarch 28, 2013 at 8:47 AM

    But even while dying the blooms are beautiful...

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  6. MaryMarch 28, 2013 at 9:08 AM

    I love how this poem transitions from the beauty to the beheading. Masterful!

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  7. TexWisGirlMarch 28, 2013 at 9:29 AM

    ooh, like the darkness!

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  8. Maude LynnMarch 28, 2013 at 9:41 AM

    "aging debutants,
    beheaded."

    Love, love, love!

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  9. HelenMarch 28, 2013 at 11:36 AM

    How is it the beheaded are still looking lovely ... perhaps it's the magic in your words?

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  10. MarianMarch 28, 2013 at 12:31 PM

    hah! beheaded, deadheaded... my kids really laugh when i use the latter term in connection with caring for the flowers :)

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  11. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 28, 2013 at 1:38 PM

    Spectacular, the "aging debutants, beheaded". BEAUTIFUL blooms!!!!!!

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  12. MargaretMarch 28, 2013 at 2:38 PM

    I actually LOVE my floral carpet ... I like them better "beheaded" than on the bush :) Thank you, everyone.

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  13. Kay L. DaviesMarch 28, 2013 at 2:57 PM

    Love the last three words — seriously scary! (Meanwhile, I envy you your camellias. I can still see ice outside my window.)
    K

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  14. hedgewitchMarch 28, 2013 at 3:39 PM

    Very Poe-ish plot, and I love the debutante metaphor. Camelias are gorgeous, but always a bit artificial-seeming to me, with their huge waxy flowers and leaves...you catch the underside of beauty nicely here.

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  15. UnknownMarch 28, 2013 at 4:18 PM

    What a beautiful sight out your window!

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  16. AnonymousMarch 28, 2013 at 8:15 PM

    Dreamy, dewy, growing green shoots ~wonderful comparisons !

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