Ceasing Seasons – For A Lady

PRIMARIUS

Beauty in Bloom

Sometimes poetry can be used in the most intriguing of ways to convey the most impressive of feelings. Some of the best poems I have read have bordered on the attributive; poetry that is written for someone or an idea that one holds ideal. The whole book of the biblical Psalms is written in this way and contains some of the best poetry pieces for students of literature.

Sometimes when poetry is used in this way, written in personal a-political terms, it gives a good get-away from the stresses of the world when you step out of your door; it freezes time in a capsule of lines and makes the subject of it’s substance immortal in its sentences. It’s like punctuating time.

So this poem is written for a special someone whose name is hidden in the lines. It cannot be obvious until you have read the entire poem and read the review too, to see whose name is in there. And even that will not come until a few hints have been dropped. This is a beautiful poem by all standards.

CEASING SEASONS
Can plumes measure up as fairly?
Can blossoms ever glow so brightly?
I ask the comparison of a dozen lilies
And sweetness of a thousand rose-fields!
None appears as pretty as you
None endears ever dearer too.
But hand me a tulip and I’ll call it dainty:
Pretty grass that gives love reason.
Prettier angel you, for ceasing seasons.

REVIEW

This is a straight poem of confessed affection. The writer compares the object of his love to some of the best flowers and items of beauty that usually mark literary appreciation; plumes, blossoms, lilies, rose-fields. But none of them compares to his love, the receiver of his affection who he calls a prettier angel. Only a tulip comes close, giving love reason. In the last line, the poet tells his lass that she merits so much warmth that for him, time itself seems to rank meaningless. She is the one who has the power to halt time for him. The one who ceases seasons!

Now, let’s see the beauty of this poem. Why not take a pen and paper and write these letters in this order: the first letter of the first line, the second letter of the second line, the third letter of the third line, and so forth. Tell me what you come up with.

That’s a poem she’ll be proud of.