Poetry/Free Verse
Cherry Blossoms In Bloom
A Poem
My cherry blossoms sing spring,
I’m the first sign of everything.
My name is Sakurako.
I sing and dance to the wind,
And prance-waiting for a little romance to tie me together,
In ropes of a lasting desire.
I switch, I sweep, and I sway,
Square dancing to my betrayal.
My death marches in the night,
I see the giant birds take full flight.
Other cherry blossoms beside me,
I see-spring is the thing that keeps us going,
For all who come visit and scare at us,
And capture our beauty so unaware,
Of our little life spans so grand.
My sour flowers captured and devoured in photo reflections,
In my space and your time.
I shake my leaves gently in silent disbelief,
Of the rounded earth, she’s my favorite friend.
I beat to the rhythm of whitened pink colors,
I stopped making too much of it in real time.
I Dance-through the puffy white clouds overhead,
I stretch out my branches in dread,
My first blooms have come for this very spring,
My double flowers are to their end.
I Wake up,
Never meant to disrupt,
Your life. Nor mine.
You see my cherry blossoms,
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I’m music to your years,
I cry the crazy tears,
To my short lived heart.
I can really hear,
You say what beauty has come your way today.
The tussles of my empty branches,
My mood really enhances your spring.
That’s when I’m truly alive.
Like autumn’s time,
My fragrance of flowers turn to leaves,
And I fall to the ground.
Carpeting the earth in pretty pink,
When I fall-
I fall to bloom again next season.
Remember my name.
It’s Sakurako.
You can call me Ko.
A Japanese soldier once
Painted me on his war plane
A Kamikaze man.
I live again.
He didn’t.
I’ll see you again
In the pearly peaks
of spring.
I have always loved the beauty of cherry blossom trees. I wondered how they would feel if they knew so many people saw them as a tourist attraction. This poem reflects that sentiment from the point of view of a cherry blossom tree. The poem is about how the tree sees the world around her. The cherry blossom flower is significant in Japanese culture. Cherry blossoms symbolize fertility, death and the shortness of life. We ourselves are only here for a short time on this earth. I read that Japanese soldiers would often paint cherry blossom flowers on their planes before going off to war. It stirred up motivation for their pending difficult situation. Cherry blossoms are a sign of life’s short comings because, in full bloom, the flowers only last a week. We also, in life, have our short comings, not expressed in a flower but in the beauty of our own individual lives. So, live your life and enjoy what’s around you. Cherry blossoms are a gentle and graceful reminder of that.
Please read this poignant piece by Kitchie McBride, MHA. It reminds me of the end of a relationship and of the sorrow of death’s end expressed within a flower.
Thank you for reading.
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