Blood Blossomed Poem by Valsa George
Blood Blossomed
Far away in ancient Jerusalem
Stood a garden, long, long ago
Home to giant oaks and figs
And plants and shrubs of every kind.
On every season, from time to time
Merrily they would burst into bloom
Filling the air with fragrance sweet
And fuelling hearts with joy and cheer.
Amid the riot of flashing shades
Where Poppies and Pansies held their heads
In a corner, there a single Lily stood,
Sans scent and sans grandeur.
A poor loner never once noticed
Nor skilled to steal the show,
Those, brilliant in shade and shape
With contempt openly quipped
‘It's such a shame
She grows among us
With such pallid shade
And nothing to rave',
‘Lilies are such lazy lot
Giving only seasonal blooms'
Rang aloud their haughty comments
Rashly blurted out and blunt
The poor Lily wilted in shame
Wishing she had never been born.
Late that evening, through the garden
Into the newly dug up grave
A band of people came with lights
Bearing someone cut and scathed.
With blood oozing, drop by drop
From wounds, left by piercing nails
The body, carefully wrapped in linen
Was the body of Jesus - Son of God
The one who bore the sins of the world
And courted the most accursed of deaths.
The body embalmed was laid inside
And sealed with a giant block of stone
Soldiers posted to guard the tomb
And every vigil so prudently kept.
Early by dawn, three days hence
While it was still very dark
From inside the tomb had come
Rumbling sounds and a blinding light.
Flowers en masse blinked their eyes
Beheld a man, gently walking out
The wounds still fresh on his palm
And the linen that swaddled, lying behind.
As they watched this queer sight
In awful amazement, they did see
A host of Lilies, white as snow
Far more beautiful than any of them
Bowing their heads in reverential glee
And singing Hosanna to the Lord of Life.
All the flora in silent shock
Sighted from whence the Lilies came
They sprang unforeseen in those spots
Where drops of blood from his body fell
Then onwards, without fail
April sees the grandeur and grace,
Of snowy lilies - those delicate blooms
Sprouting suddenly from the crust of the Earth
Joggling their heads in whiffing breeze,
And giving delight to all who behold.
The meek shall inherit the earth, great poem, very visual, with many shades of meaning.
A lovely write, very inspired and a joy to read. I love Lillie's, they are beautiful flowers.
All the flora in silent shock Sighted from whence the Lilies came They sprang unforeseen in those spots Where drops of blood from his body fell........touching and haunting expression. A beautiful poem with amazing inscription has been astutely presented.10
Then onwards, without fail April sees the grandeur and grace, Of snowy lilies - those delicate blooms Sprouting suddenly from the crust of the Earth Joggling their heads in whiffing breeze, And giving delight to all who behold. Valsa's amazing art of description can make her readers enchanted with wonderful lines.
favorite lines so far: Those, brilliant in shade and shape With contempt openly quipped I especially liked: “Rang aloud their haughty comments Rashly blurted out and blunt” ……………… for the R/R and the b/b do embalmed bodies ooze blood? really; is it possible? any undertakers in the PH fold? I hope I’m not being too picky [of course ‘WE” do get poetic license]. And the oozing blood does add more drama, and adds to the impact of this finely-told story. ‘flowers blinking their eyes1 I ‘love’ it! ! ! black-eyed-susans? “In awful amazement, they did see A host of Lilies, white as snow Far more beautiful than any of them Bowing their heads in reverential glee “ ………. finally a rhyme; a very nice one. but, even without rhymes, I’ll “have to” send this to MyPoemList. I’ve heard “boggle” and “jiggle”, but I don’t recall hearing “joggle” before today. ANOTHER ‘new’ word for bri? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - jog•gle1 ˈjäɡəl/ verb verb: joggle; 3rd person present: joggles; past tense: joggled; past participle: joggled; gerund or present participle: joggling 1. 1. move or cause to move with repeated small bobs or jerks. the car bounced and joggled on the rough road noun noun: joggle; plural noun: joggles 1. 1. a bobbing or jerking movement. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - PH lists the “topic” as “flowers”. well, yes it is, but far more, as we have seen. We have calla lilies around here, but I prefer the pink “naked-ladies”**** on our property! ============================================================== **** YA KNOW, I HONESTY WAS LOOKING FOR PHOTOS OF “Belladonna Lily or Naked Ladies”, but when I googled “naked ladies photos”, guess what appeared! poor old me had to endure until I figured out I had to put “flower” into the Google search box! ! ===================================================================== NICE ONE (again) , Valsa. bri :)
Such a beautiful poem crafted so nicely and delicately......Valsa......I am speechless.......beauty merged with eternity..a masterpiece indeed......10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 12:10:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
‘Lilies are such lazy lot Giving only seasonal blooms'/////// Well-written poem! ! ! ! !