It was September when I brought home these uncommonly dark, richly coloured Stargazers. Within days, the blooms were gone. I planted the bulbs in the garden, and all winter I waited.
The lilies became a symbol for my own internal transitions. Unidentified potential skulking about in me. Restless and impatient with containment, angry and eager to burst. Bruised by the longing to be.
And at the same time, a growing sense of all that is alive in the universe that we do not see. Reading about experiments in physics demonstrating that light is sentient and, in its way, senses us. Waits in its own state of potential for us to choose and take part in the co-creation of what is and what will be.
Star Gazer
Stargazer
Underground
Earthbound
Potential seething
Awaiting warmth of sun
Churning deep plum
Like a bruise
Star
Gazing down
A cold and soundless
Observer
Waiting with hint of light
For scent of night
Alive with bloom
© H. Hennenburg, 6 April 2019
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I especially like the line about churning deep plum like a bruise and the contrast of it to waiting for the warm sun.
Thank you, Colleen. They just bloomed this week, so the sun did it’s job well!
I like your lilies’ symbolism as the internal transition. Look how beautiful the stargazer has burst forth, both in the image and your fine poem!
Thank you, Khaya. Always appreciated!
Beautifully written poem …. love it …
Thank you so much, Dinka! Warm wishes to you.