Day Three of NAPOWRIMO and for my prompt at Wednesday Muse and for dverse Poets, open link night.

“And so the spring buds burst, and so I gaze,
And so the blossoms fall, and so my days …” ― Onitsura

it was chilly and rained all day.
The night was the same.
little pitpats of rain on the leaves,
the house, the ground –
like the gentle breathing of a peaceful
sleeping thing or the far off shush
of the ocean waves.
At night the cherry blossoms are grey
and monotone –
the color leached from them.
most of the petals lie plastered
on the ground – like ideographs spelling
out the sadness of them,
the doom of them.
Words that can only be spelled and not pronounced –
words that spell goodbye.

**Yozakura is Japanese for night cherry blossoms

42 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. sanaarizvi
    Apr 03, 2019 @ 06:42:15

    “like ideographs spelling out the sadness of them,” sigh .. this is such a heart-wrenchingly stunning image. I love the sensitivity with which this poem is penned. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt, Toni ❤️


  2. thotpurge
    Apr 03, 2019 @ 09:30:09

    Oh gorgeous…


  3. S
    Apr 03, 2019 @ 09:35:22

    “most of the petals lie plastered
    on the ground – like ideographs spelling
    out the sadness”

    What a beautiful, and fragrant, pain.


  4. M
    Apr 03, 2019 @ 10:11:26

    palpable melancholy ~


  5. annell4
    Apr 03, 2019 @ 10:13:34

    “Ideagraphs”, what a wonderful idea. And you are right, the cherry blossoms, that so soon fall to the ground, are sad. They do reflect life, for it is so soon over.


  6. elleceef
    Apr 03, 2019 @ 10:19:59

    melancholy and sad and beautiful 🙂


    Apr 03, 2019 @ 10:20:13

    It’s tragic when they fall.


  8. Kerry
    Apr 03, 2019 @ 10:58:50

    At night the cherry blossoms are grey
    and monotone

    This says so much to me of the transience of all beautiful things – so quick to fade.


  9. Rosemary Nissen-Wade
    Apr 03, 2019 @ 11:16:25

    So eloquent and beautiful!


  10. anmol(alias HA)
    Apr 03, 2019 @ 12:02:50

    It’s lovely how you paint this rather melancholic picture in contrast to what otherwise was or had been. This bit spoke to me in how it so poetically portrays the transience of life and its many moods: “most of the petals lie plastered/on the ground – like ideographs spelling/out the sadness of them,/the doom of them.”


  11. Angela Kay
    Apr 03, 2019 @ 13:43:02

    Elequent wording, especially those last several lines. One can’t help but feel the melancholy and beauty at once.


  12. Susie Clevenger
    Apr 03, 2019 @ 14:23:46

    The melancholy is so strong in mood and visually…Great writing!


  13. Charmed Chaos
    Apr 03, 2019 @ 15:17:16

    I get a powerful sense of loss here Toni. It’s so beautiful.


  14. Carrie V. H.c
    Apr 03, 2019 @ 15:19:07

    “Words that can only be spelled and not pronounced – words that spell goodbye”….wow that is one gorgeous line to end a beautiful visual poem. Simply wonderful Toni!


  15. coalblack
    Apr 03, 2019 @ 15:40:12

    This took my breath away, Toni. Truly. I loved the quote at the top, too.*sigh*


  16. wyndolynne
    Apr 03, 2019 @ 16:25:16

    Oh, those last lines! This moved through me like a good cry. 🙂


  17. Wild Child47
    Apr 03, 2019 @ 20:37:45

    pitpats of rain of leaves — perfectly sensual and so telling for its richness – wow! and leached coloured ideograph cherry petals? ….
    brilliant image to have painted Toni — marvelous poem! Brava!


  18. Magaly Guerrero
    Apr 03, 2019 @ 20:54:33

    That final “goodbye” squeezes the heart. Goodbyes are never the easiest things to live through, but when they come after beauty and wonder and happiness… seeing the source of it all die (be crushed) hurts so much.


  19. Jim
    Apr 03, 2019 @ 21:19:41

    I like your sad build up for the last three lines,
    “Words that can only be spelled and not pronounced –
    words that spell goodbye.”


  20. Vicki
    Apr 03, 2019 @ 22:48:14

    Beautiful , loved this.


  21. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar
    Apr 03, 2019 @ 22:58:24

    At night the cherry blossoms are grey… exquisite!


  22. kim881
    Apr 04, 2019 @ 04:48:27

    You’ve captured night sounds so beautifully, Toni, in the ‘little pitpats of rain’ and the ‘far off shush of the ocean waves’ – I was there. Listening. I love the monochrome cherry blossoms like ‘ideographs spelling out the sadness of them’. The last word, the goodbye, falls heavily.


  23. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Apr 04, 2019 @ 15:41:54

    Oh the sadness of a goodbye… and how the cherry petals are grey.


  24. Jane Dougherty
    Apr 04, 2019 @ 15:45:54

    The sadness is heightened by the transience of the words written in blossom. Soon even their memory will be gone.


  25. Glenn Buttkus
    Apr 04, 2019 @ 16:08:43

    “What they said”; smile. Kudos for you for this fine poetic; yes, melancholy and beautiful. I have a tulip tree with pink blossoms, and the blossoms only burst with pink pride for two days, and then the petals race each other, helicoptering, spinning to the lawn.


    • kanzensakura
      Apr 04, 2019 @ 16:19:13

      We call those pink trees tulip magnolias. Very pretty trees until the blooms start to fade and then brown yuck. But I love the trees with the tiny fragile blooms

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  26. Jade Li
    Apr 04, 2019 @ 16:11:20

    Every spring we wait in excited anticipation of the cherry blossoms, not considering nature’s whim until… so sad the rain “wasted” them 😦


  27. merrildsmith
    Apr 04, 2019 @ 18:14:22

    Such beautiful melancholy–the transience of life. Vivid words and images–I love the last lines.


  28. Ed Rigg
    Apr 04, 2019 @ 18:25:31

    Gosh . . .there is so much in there . . we have to dig deep to get the best from this wonderful poem. Thanks . . . Eddie 🙂


  29. Arcadia Maria
    Apr 04, 2019 @ 18:43:42

    Beautiful words.


  30. Mish
    Apr 04, 2019 @ 19:48:28

    This would have to one of my favourites of yours (so far!), Toni. I especially like the profound, perceptive thoughts in the last few lines and the onomatopoeia of “pitpats” and “shush”.


  31. robtkistner
    Apr 04, 2019 @ 20:11:32

    This is enchanting Toni, in a somber, longing way… I was strongly drawn to its melancholy essence – I love melancholy. I think it’s deeply soulful. Rich write…

    Cold hearted orb that rules the night
    Removes the colors from our sight
    Red is grey and yellow white
    But we decide which is right…
    …And which is an illusion.


  32. Ali Grimshaw
    Apr 04, 2019 @ 23:53:16

    These lines resonated with me,
    “Words that can only be spelled and not pronounced –
    words that spell goodbye.”
    Great ending.


  33. Nathan
    Apr 05, 2019 @ 16:00:36

    What a beautiful image and what a great way to re-purpose the image!


  34. Ed Rigg
    Apr 05, 2019 @ 19:02:39

    I’ve done a poem at last . . . .
    loved yours . . 🙂


  35. Frank J. Tassone
    Apr 07, 2019 @ 11:19:45

    Rich in mono no aware and sabi! Wonderfully done, Toni! 🙂


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