Deborah Amar: The Lilies whisper Poetry

Lirios en Toronto 2_23.07.2015Deborah Amar
The Lilies whisper Poetry
A summer day can never end,
Or so it seems each year;
The longer cycles of the sun
Make cloudy skies seem clear.
Each time the wind begins to chime
And end begins to near,
A whisper of the softest sort
Flows gently to the ear.
The scent and sight enough are great
Yet lilies live for more:
The lilies whisper poetry
As none have heard before.
The lilies whisper to the day
That sends the breeze below;
It touches ground that none can see
Where lilies lively grow.
Beautifully arrayed in white
And drinking from the soil,
Free to whisper their poetry
Without the need to toil.
But flowers do not last the year
And newer buds must bloom;
So short the span of lily life
To give new blossoms room.
The lilies whisper poetry
That none shall ever know;
For just as summer cannot last
The lilies cease to grow.
But beauty lives from that which dies
And leaves something to last:
For lilies whisper poetry
For lilies of the past.
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Deborah Amar understands the “brief poetry” that is the Lily in bloom at this time of year (July, here in Canada).

Ms. Amar holds an Honours English Literature BA from the University of California at Los Angeles.  She writes poetry and short stories, and is working on a SciFi/Fantasy epic.  She lives in Japan.

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