Way of the Water Hyacinth
by Zawgee

Bobbing on the breeze blown waves
Bowing to the tide
Hyacinth rises and falls

Falling but not felled
By flotsam, twigs, leaves
She ducks, bobs and weaves.

Ducks, ducks by the score
Jolting, quacking and more
She spins through—

Spinning, swamped, slimed, sunk
She rises, resolute
Still crowned by petals.

   

Response:  This poem causes me to remember the energy found in nature and the beauty in it as well.  She is simply crowned with the beauty that still surrounded her as she rises and falls and rides still in the breeze... if that at all makes sense.  She stands high in beauty, energy and in the life.  Below her are those ducks that quack...