Pink Flower in the Garden Poem
By Pamela Storch
Pink flower in the garden,
Pink as rose and white as snow,
The leaves as green as matcha tea,
The fragrant scent does blow,
A beauty for the ages,
Tale as old as time gone by,
The magic mirror hastens,
Have you yet to learn to fly?
A spiral like the wheel of time,
A blooming from within,
Do fractals take their final bow,
Or do they now begin?
For is it now beginning?
Or are endings truly near,
Let pink and white kissed petals,
Be your answer now sincere.
Pamela Storch’s Pink Flower in the Garden is an introspective and symbolic poem that contemplates the cycles of time and the mystery of inner transformation. Through delicate floral imagery—petals pink and white, leaves like matcha, the spiral of blooming—the poem evokes a dreamlike, timeless presence.
With allusions to myth, mirrors, and fractals, it poses quiet yet powerful questions: Are we beginning, or are we ending? What if beauty itself is the answer? What if the whole, the entirety of the flower, multiple simultaneous worlds and dimensions, take the question from "which one is it" to "embracing all and everything". A poetic invitation to look within and bloom anew.
