Blossoms Poem by Troy Cochran

Blossoms



A moment blossoms on the bush today
Every now and then.
I watch the fireworks display
And wonder, To what end?

No doubt, mere moments are better spent
(for most of them are duds)
But these to me are special meant:
For I am the Maker of the buds.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: creation
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Another poem (with its sister, 'Morning Bathers') in which I am simply amusing myself with the notion of creating my own reality.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 13 September 2017

A maker wisely utilises time and duds specially with his creativity. Dear Troy, you have nicely inscribed this here. Let it be quoted... No doubt, mere moments are better spent (for most of them are duds) But these to me are special meant: For I am the Maker of the buds. This is a beautiful poem on Creation having haunting expression. Thanks for sharing.

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Troy Cochran 15 September 2017

Thank you, Kumarmani. I tend to chide myself for not Making a more spectacular experience for myself; but, you're right, the duds (the everyday) have their own value as well. I'm reminded of a quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson: The years teach much which the days never know. There's a pretty thought for your students.

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