The Heart of the Flower

What's smiling at me from my garden as I walk around in the morning sun, snapping shot after shot? Oh, nothing much...just a few fresh-faced daisies, a bee on my little blue water-lily, some trumpet flowers and a host of giggling blue plumbago. Let's look into their hearts to see what's inside.

Passion

in the heart of the brilliant flower

the psyche awaits the awakening

never visible to the ones

who merely look but do not see

in some the heart is a glowing ember

hot, smouldering, on the brink

of igniting into flames

when the senses are set free

in others the heart is hidden forever

vulnerable, but rhythmically throbbing 

the depth of feeling lies hidden within

waiting for its discovery

the giving heart... there's none that's purer

nectar-laden for the offering

altruistic soul with a passion

to serve honey to the thirsty bee

Rosie Gan (August 2011)

for submission to Poetry Potluck  #48

Linking to:
Fertilizer Friday
Macro Friday
Macro Flowers Saturday
Poetry Potluck
Weekend Flowers