When Love Buds

When love buds,

Petals explode with colours bright;

Freshly painted,  curled up tight

In cupid’s bows of brilliant hue.

Senses explode with lover’s view,

When love buds.

When love blooms,

Buds unfurl in vulnerable bliss,

Opening wide in loving kiss,

Releasing the scent of fresh-brewed rose;

Riding the highs and sighing the lows,

When love blooms.

When love dies,

Petals curl in brittle death,

Fragrance disappears with breath;

Abandoned, rose retracts her bloom,

Beauty folds in winter’s tomb,

When love dies.

You Dare to Bloom…

Daring and brave, this.

Do you feel the weight of your missing petals?

Symmetry has gone on an extended vacation;

Harmony of composition eludes you.

The buds nearby retain their superior potential

And snigger behind your back,

A symphony of clashing comments

All the louder for their implied silence.

What makes you bloom?

Yours is not a  lot to be fawned over,

Celebrated with a named star on a famous sidewalk,

Or heralded by brilliantly garish marquee lights.

And yet –

You dare to bloom…