In Cherry Blossom Time

By Sooz006

Thu, 08 Jan 2015
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In Cherry Blossom Time

 

Staring at the barren twigs of winter, I mourn, I’m lost. Where did we go?
Life has left the tree a husk, it has abandoned us too. We are one with the tree. I look at the clock ticking the minutes till spring, watch as time manipulates.We were gone in the flare of a match, winter is an endless note from a morose oboe.

 

I returnto the moment we fell in love and we danced alone in a crowded room.Time should stop and lengthen his hours, slow his minutes, hold every second. He should never move forward to the moment you left me, when the blossom fell. I’m alone, bemused, we were never meant to be just a season.

 

Our cherry tree died and we were akin to the blossom, fragile and easily blown. When the last flower bloomed, the first had already cried from the tree. It dripped petals to the ground, to lie, the scattered tears of a spent relationship. How could time move on from that? Could he not see?

 

In the wake of the bloom, the tree bore fruit, bitter sweet cherries. The flesh, tart as the rejection of disposable love.  A sweet juice trickled with the memory of intensity and the blossom’s prime.I hear time laugh; he mocks—there—between the tick and the tock, a chortle.

The ripened fruit stays long on the branch, tick, unpicked, tock. Un-tasted, un-feasted, un-gorged, and the cherry dies, turns in on itself. The flesh emaciated, the juice evaporated. My cherry is fruit no more. A blackened, husk wilted from the branch.  And from neglect, it falls to lie beneath the tree.

 

The tree lies in state for winter, the cherry softens to pulp, the bitterness purged. Tart becomes sweet, life becomes death, time becomes more time. The pulp finds purpose, nourishing the earth, decomposing life into the tree, We have fallen too and lie beneath dormant hearts. No heartbeat, just a clock, ticking.

 

The bitterness and winter ebbing. ‘We’, tick, become ‘I’, tock. In spring I will soften, and be nourished from what I gained from you. And when love is in bloom, I will not remember us. Time has erased you. With spring, time will lengthen his hours, slow his minutes and stop his seconds.

 

The blossom will last and the heart will beat for all seasons. 

Certificate 15
Poem
Writing 2020

Comments

Submitted by helix888 on

I love the sincere heartbreaking tone. The voice of someone yearning for something that is no more.

x helix

Submitted by Sooz006 on

Thank you, I don't usually play with mush, it's not my thing at all.

 

Submitted by love_writing on

This is beautifully written, I could  and will read it over and over again.

'He should never move forward  to the moment you left me, when the blossom fell'  I found this poignant  and completely relatable. 

Good use of senses too!

love_writing

Submitted by Bee on

Some nice description in this, Sooz.

Bee

Submitted by prettyrose on

smileyHi Sooz006. I hope your well.I think soothing was not the word I was looking for, more engaging, interesting,lovely ,calming and brilliant! that is more like it.laugh One of my favorite lines is, 'The Blossom will last and the heart will beat for all seasons' I didn't have to copy and paste that either, like I some times need :).I also like how you chose to lay out the poem, refreshing 2 always see a writer, expressing not only in words what they want to say, but choosing the way they want it to be seen:)

 

I also loved how you did not use any correct literary term for 'mush' :) and by the way you should write more mush, you obviously have the talent and heart 2 write this and a wide spectrum of work.

 

Take care

smiley Keep Smiling

Keep Writing xxx

Submitted by Sooz006 on

Aw, thank you Love-writing. Really appreicate the read and the comment. 

 

Submitted by Sooz006 on

Thank you Pretty, though I have a confession, I didn't style it like that, the formatting got all mixed up when I pasted it from word into the field. But if it works, then it's all good. I htink I'm all mushed out for the time being and will go back to murdering people today.  Thank you so much. 

 

Submitted by Sooz006 on

Thanks Bee.. pure mushed pulpy stuff. 

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Sooz

I too thought the formatting was intentional - and that it made the prose seem more poetical.

It is beautifully written, and although sad, there is hope as well.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Sooz006 on

Thank you Jean, lovely to see you. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I love the way feelings flow in this writing, almost like a spiritual awakening. It felt as if your pen just took you along on a journey of emotions that just had to come out.

As you said Sooz, a very different piece from your usual, but I loved the softer side...it worked for me.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Sooz006 on

Aw, thank you Jenny, I really need to find the time to write something (other than my 'other' stuff) and fill my front page with something that I like. But the fact that you liked it is lovely. Thank you so much.