The Beauty of Morning Blossoms: Exploring Passionate Poetry

There is no definitive answer to the question, ldquo;What is the most passionate poem?rdquo; It depends on individual preferences and interpretations. However, one poem that resonates deeply with many people is ldquo;Bright Starrdquo; by the renowned English poet, John Keats.

For me, the most passionate poem is the Morning Flower. Savoring the beauty of nature before the first light of dawn, I sat quietly, transfixed by the majesty of life. As moonlight faded and a gossamer haze enveloped the world, a single flower immerses itself, flanked by strong, gentle limbs rooted in a soft, fertile bed. This delicate and awe-inspiring scene is a poem in itself, reflecting the beauty and quietness of the early morning.

MORNING FLOWER

Savoring nature... quietly before first light

I sat silently transfixed by the beauty of life.

As the fading moonlight shone through gossamer haze,

a single flower immodestly exposed itself –

flanked both left and right by the gentle arcs

of strong limbs rooted in the soft fertile bed

just inches below this moist morning bud.

Two limbs akimbo created a striking frame

for the gorgeous orchid staring back at me.

Transfixed was I by its open – yet not – splendor.

This floral wonder had a tight center like

a firmly clinched eye draped by soft petals

wrapping the concave bud like gaudy lids

with a sepal hood hiding her pollen node.

I gazed for minutes on its impossibly earthy

eye shadow – salmon pink to a raw sienna –

inner-to-outer petals in a perfect gradation.

So gorgeous was this flower that I stared

impolitely patiently waiting for the unknown.

Would it open if it were softly caressed by

the light now passing between arched limbs?

As if on cue, heat trapped in the forest bed below

prompted limbs to part and the flower to open…

ever-so-slightly to welcome a cooling breeze.

The dew collected from our humid night

now released – freed to form a single droplet

posed ready to fall onto the fertile bed.

So beautiful was this glistening bead of life

that I could view it motionless no longer.

I leaned down as if to smell the bouquet,

but instead, I licked this tiny drop of nectar

softly from the parted vagina of my love.

Morning Flower

‘Bright Star’ by John Keats

In defiance of popular opinion, I find Keatsrsquo; Bright Star the most passionate poem. It proposes the poet as a burning, unchanging star, steadfast in the night. Unlike many poems that focus on tangible emotions, this poem hammers on the idea of eternity and constancy.

ldquo;Bright star would I were stedfast as thou artrdquo;

The poet yearns to be as constant as the beautiful celestial beacon, to be a fixed, unyielding star amidst the passing of time. But it is not just the visual aspect that makes the star so promising; he also cherishes the thought of the star watching over the earth, a gentle guardian.

ldquo;Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night

And watching with eternal lids apart

Like natures patient sleepless Eremiterdquo;

A sleepless hermit, a solitary and timeless guardian, the star holds a contrast to the fleeting human experience. The poet then sees the star as a guardian or a witness to human affairs, a metaphor for enduring love and devotion.

ldquo;The moving waters at their priestlike task

Of pure ablution round earths human shoresrdquo;

Here, the star is not the only entity witnessing these human affairs. The waters also perform a priestly role in washing away the filth and impurity. It evokes a sense of cleansing and rebirth, representing the cycle of life and the eternal passage of time.

ldquo;Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask

Of snow upon the mountains and the moorsrdquo;

The poet transitions from the waters to the snow, another transient and beautiful feature of nature. The star watches over and provides a comfort through the changing seasons, reminding us of the constancy in life's flux.

ldquo;Noyet still stedfast still unchangeable

Pillow'd upon my fair loves ripening breastrdquo;

The poem finally reveals the poet's true desire, to be like the star, lying on the breast of his beloved. A metaphor for the lover who wants eternal love and devotion, undying and unchangeable, like the star.

ldquo;To feel for ever its soft fall and swellrdquo;

ldquo;Awake for ever in a sweet unrest

ldquo;Still still to hear her tender-taken breathrdquo;

To remain eternally awake and be close to the loved one, to bask in the softness of her skin, to listen to her breath that measures the passing of time. The poet longs for this connection, for an eternal bond that transcends the passing of time.

ldquo;And so live ever—or else swoon to death.rdquo;

Finally, the poet acknowledges the ultimate price of this yearning for eternal love, willing to die if he cannot achieve it. This poignant and powerful line solidifies the intensity of the poet's passion and devotion.

Bright Star by John Keats

In conclusion, both the Morning Flower and Bright Star offer profound insights into the nature of beauty and passion. The morning flower captures the fleeting and ever-changing beauty of nature, while Keats' poem reflects a deep, unyielding love that endures through time. These poems serve as a beautiful testament to the many facets of human emotion and experience.