Grace Unaware

[AlluraD]

Grace Unaware

Strewn among the meadow grasses
Radiating light,
Luminously drenched in moonbeams,
Fragrant in the night,
Rests the little primula
So shyly unaware,
Blooming freely underfoot
Without the slightest care.

Morning star, across the sky,
Gives way with no disgrace
As the sun throws curtains back
And shines upon her face;
On the bloom who doesn't know
How bright her beauty shines,
Nor that before her, sorrow pales,
Grace with joy aligns.

[Meta]

this makes me smile... it is a beauty.

[e-piph[lol]]

lovely consistency to the mood this poem invokes..

[sgyds]

just palms, almonds and olives. gold, and a little bit of silver.

[Michael]

Allura, I’m not much of a botanist, well, I’m actually not a botanist at all.

However, I do know what a primula is, what it looks like and how its petals feel. Such a beautiful flower is deserving of your beautifully written poetry. There’s hope in this piece and, right now, we all need hope and beauty.
As the sun throws curtains back
And shines upon her face;
On the bloom who doesn't know
How bright her beauty shines,
Nor that before her, sorrow pales,
Grace with joy aligns.
Nature personified is not enough in this passage. Hope is hyperbolically writ large and used effectively here.

Thanks for the hope and thanks for this expression of botanical beauty! http://smilies.vidahost.com/ups/DeNiro/flower.gif

[TRexroth]

she is beautiful,
and the rythym is so smooth

write on,
trexroth