Polly

Writings and Witterings

Final Bow

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The poetry form Huitain: single verse ~ eight lines ~ eight syllables ~ rhyme scheme: a b a b b c b c ~ most focus on a single subject, exploring perspectives and elevating subject.

Final Bow

You were bought but a week ago,
You were bright and upright, blooming,
Now you bow your browning heads, so,
Like small unkempt boys, no grooming.
Your fragrances, all consuming,
Now fade away, no resuming,
No comeback, no freshness looming,
You’re gone, deceased, unassuming.

Polly Robinson Β© 2012

Posted on dVerse tonight as part of Victoria’s ‘dabble into symbolism‘.

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26 thoughts on “Final Bow

  1. “Like small unkempt boys” … What a great comparison! That was so creative.

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  2. Sometimes beauty fades fast, doesn’t last; but we have to enjoy it while it exists…however long (or short). Nice!

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  3. But will come back again come spring! I love this, Polly.

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  4. This is one of the reasons why, although I do love a bunch of flowers in a vase, I prefer them to be in the ground where they do tend to last a little bit longer. Loved the image of unkempt boys, lol Reminded me of a pic of one of my younger brothers in shorts that were more like 3/4 length pants and one of those snake clasp belts that were so popular in England in the 60’s lol
    Very nice Huitain Polly πŸ™‚

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    • heh-heh re the snake clasp belts, I see them now in my minds eye!

      My mother always said she ‘wouldn’t give a thank you’ for a bunch of cut flowers, preferring, like you,not see them growing … ‘But they still pass over don’t they?’ As my Aunt would say …

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  5. I love the huitan, Polly, and you’ve done it nicely. And such is gardening…and life!

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  6. I know what you’re talking about. Well done, Polly!

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  7. ha, unkempt boys…i like that much….so short a life yet not without its brilliants…the lingering fragrance not so pungent except in memory….

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  8. Lovely form and images of wilting blooms ~ Well crafted poem Polly ~

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  9. love the browning heads, so,
    Like small unkempt boys… beauty and freshness is so timely…good to remember and enjoy while life blooms..

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  10. Aww–I love cut flowers, but they never do last. Beautiful, Polly!

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  11. like small unkempt boys…loved that!!! and autumn too.

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  12. I hope to have the grace to pass unassumingly. I deeply appreciate the reminder.

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  13. Erm…actually one of my favourites ivenread so far on this prompt. As I’m writing this, immlooking at a bunch of dieing flowers in my loving room…should have thrown them away ages ago….but something kind of amazing in their wilt, the changebinntheir smell….for me, this poem, and the symbolism, is the amazingness of life and death….unstoppable

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