to the pink petalled canopy
that lines my street every birthday.
This year it’s hard not to feel
the ache in the break of the blooming,
marking the space left behind
by a marvelously messy cherry blossom tree.
I used to make wishes
under the shower of dancing petals.
Today, I make promises
to continue the dancing,
I used to make wishes
under the shower of dancing petals.
Today, I make promises
to continue the dancing,
and hold back none of my blooming,
even knowing
that some spaces can never really be filled,
just remembered.
that some spaces can never really be filled,
just remembered.
The view from one end of my street at this time of year.
It really looks perfect right around my birthday.
Song Choice: The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance
Liner Notes for This Groove: This poem was created for the Friday Writings prompt at Poets and Storytellers United, Your Landscape.
Marvelous, Rommy!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Debra!
DeleteNice Street you live in !
ReplyDeleteIt's a beautiful site to walk down on every spring.
DeleteLooks like your blooming is continuing beautifully. What a lovely street of petals falling like confetti.
ReplyDeleteYep! It's like walking along a parade route.
DeleteLovely trees in time for your birthday. A really nice present.
ReplyDeleteIt's definitely a perk of being an end-of-April baby.
DeleteBeautiful indeed! 'Some spaces can never be filled' ... and yet I find that there are those who, in a new way, continue to dance with us.
ReplyDeleteExactly! And they are precious too for their uniqueness.
DeleteLove it! I love how you made wishes
ReplyDeleteunder the shower of dancing petals Just beautiful
It's hard not to be inspired to make wishes when walking down a street full of them.
DeleteSome spaces can never really be filled,
ReplyDeletejust remembered... that is so true... it can't go back to what it was, but it could, over time, become something different, unexpected even...
There is no going backwards, but forwards is always possible, especially when we leave room for unexpected growth.
DeleteExcellent piece - keep dancing.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ollie
DeleteOn you, fifty is nifty! A really lovely poem, Rommy. Keep on dancing .....
ReplyDeleteAs long as my legs keep working I shall. And even if they stop, I'll figure out something.
DeleteExcellent choice of music... and I too love the pink blooms...
ReplyDeleteI have a fondness for the rock music of the early aughts. Thanks!
DeleteOh how i luv that last verse.
ReplyDeleteMuch💛love
Thank you, Gillena
DeleteDancing under actual and remembered cherry blossoms, definitely yes!
ReplyDeleteThere are still a few left this year to dance under, even after last night's storm.
DeleteThis is a beautiful poem. I especially love that you (or the narrator) promises to continue dancing, regardless. Happy Birthday, Rommy! Fifty is a wonderful age to be, I hope you celebrate this milestone all year long. <3
ReplyDeleteI will take any and every excuse to celebrate! Thanks, Khaya!
DeleteLovely! I love the line "the ache in the break of the blooming."
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you enjoyed it!
DeleteDear old cherry tree, you will be remembered!
ReplyDeleteAlways, and fondly.
DeleteThe imagery is lovely and I like the tension of celebration and loss
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