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The web content is a free verse poem titled "I Can’t Hear the Flowers" by Christina M. Ward, which reflects on the sensory experience of nature and personal turmoil.

Abstract

"I Can’t Hear the Flowers" is a poignant free verse poem that uses the imagery of bellflowers to convey a sense of beauty juxtaposed with pain and the struggle to find peace amidst internal chaos. The poem describes the flowers as "delicate and majestic," yet they are personified as ringing to signify an end, a death that the poet cannot hear over their own internal noise. The author expresses a longing to hear the flowers' tolling as a reminder to embrace life, to sing, and to lift their face to the sky, despite the abrasive nature of their current reality. The poem is part of the #Flowerweek poetry prompt by Tapan Avasthi and is accompanied by links to other poems in the series.

Opinions

  • The poet feels disconnected from the natural world, unable to hear the metaphorical tolling of the flowers due to their own internal struggles.
  • There is a sense of yearning to connect with nature's cycles of life and death, and to find solace in its rhythms.
  • The poem suggests that the act of listening to nature, or perhaps to one's own inner voice, could be healing and transformative.
  • The author acknowledges the paradoxical nature of life, where beauty and pain often coexist, as seen in the description of the bellflowers.
  • There is an underlying theme of hope, as the poet recognizes the need to sing and to face the sky, indicating a desire for resilience and renewal.
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Free Verse Poetry

I Can’t Hear the Flowers

A Lament

Back at the place i used to call home the bellflowers ring,

delicate and majestic, oxymoronic and bold, the colors drink sun, collapsing like wounded butterflies in the raging June heat,

the bellflower rings to signify an end,

a death of sorts, perhaps one i’d hear if i could hear the flowers over the ringing of the blood coursing through my head,

the heart pounding days and sleep-wrecked nights, and the horizon glaring in the sun,

it is all a very abrasive salve,

if only i could hear the tolling of the flowers in midday sun

reminding me to remind myself to sing to lift my face to the sky to drink in the rain that comes for me as well as for purple-majesty bells,

toll for me toll for me

Other #Flowerweek poems

Poem 1: When Petals Fall Poem 2: This is Where They All Come Poem 3: Flowers in the Sky Poem 4: Walking by Lilies

Thank you for reading this poem with flowers as a central theme per Tapan Avasthi’s poetry prompt, #Flowerweek

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Christina M. Ward is a poet and nature writer from North Carolina. Thank you for reading and supporting her work.

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