1
No mention, no tension—
This life, though not
The life of longing’s grand design,
Still reigns within the psyche’s shrine,
Above the spirit lost to wine.
I claim the victor’s fleeting sign!
Beneath the poinciana’s flame,
The world sways in a whispered name:
Spring’s embrace, a crimson tide,
Birds in song, and hearts untied—
All journey where dreams abide.
2
Imagination, O imagination…
What worlds await your soft persuasion?
The art of being—bold, yet brief—
Lifts me, me, beyond belief.
Who knows when time will yield its grief?
Yet in my mind, a realm takes flight,
A mirrored sky of endless light.
3
All my life, all my glory,
I’ve danced within this fiery story.
The poinciana’s scarlet call
Makes mortal chains dissolve, enthrall—
I die in joy, and rise in awe!
For here, no petty sorrows cling;
Here, thought becomes a sovereign thing.
And when its blaze fills sight’s domain,
We rule the streets where dreams remain—
Monarchs of the lost and plain.
4
The redness, the redness…
A queen’s decree, a soul’s redress!
Petals bleed in perfect time,
Spilling hymns in rhythm’s rhyme—
From bloom to leaf, from head to height,
A sacrament of pure delight.
5
O Poinciana, spellbound queen,
Your beauty crowns the unseen.
The wind, your servant, sweeps and sways,
Bearing scarlet through the days.
And I—I long to bloom as true,
A fiery soul, alive like you!
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Author:
Mottakeenur Rehman (
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Comments3
Such a stunning and colorful image painted in this poem. I have seen the tree and know if its brilliance. Very nice my friend
A wonderful write of one of nature's beautiful gifts, packed with wonderful vived imagery and lovingly described, enjoyed the read
An excellent poem for an excellent flowering tree. 🕊️🙏🏻
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