Glory
cement garden untended
sweet violets grow
between tiny cracks
springs glory planted
long ago still remembers
one who once toiled there
Remember that Boar in Florence?
16 hours ago
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
cement garden untended
sweet violets grow
between tiny cracks
springs glory planted
long ago still remembers
one who once toiled there
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I am always amazed by the flowers that insist on living despite the neglect in a garden. How nature claims her space! Thanks for giving it a go!
Writing in Faith: Poems
I hvnt yet tried my hand at Haiku .. I guess the way you guys give it such a beautiful rhythm , I might just have to take the plunge !
Thanks for your visit. :)
I have another one on the same prompt of "Flight" .."The Flight of the Eagle"
Do follow the url if you would like to take a look at it .
Thanks .
makes a neat impact! those tiny flowers at unexpected cracks and creaks they appeal so forlornly!
This is absolutely beautiful. I have always looked at flowers struggling to grow in cracked cement and realized how tenacious life is. One of your best!
"Be still when you have nothing to say;
when genuine passion moves you,
say what you've got to say, and say it hot"{only repeating ur lines}-nice!
This is really lovely. So much said about past lives and actions and how they can still reverberate. nicely done. AnnieH
This is just exquisite... both the poetry and the art work. Lovely, lovely, lovely.
That is such a beautiful image! Love the poems because I always marvel at those survivors that grow no matter what!!
Thanks Sandy. I still feel blocked but I keep trying.
love-bd
shub07, please due give it a try. I am like a blind person compared to other fellow poets. Read them all and often and read Haiku on the net. Thanks for stopping by.
love-bd
I remember them well from my childhood. I could relate to them. Live is a struggle for air , space and light.
So glad you came by. Much thanks for your comment.
love-bd
Billy, thank you for your sweet comment. They are memories from my childhood. They always seemed so brave to me. I am glad you liked it.
love-Melanie-bd
zg, thank you for taking the time to read the words written by D.H.Lawrence. They are nice.
love-bd
Annie H. Love your site. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my work. It is a memory from my childhood. "My past".
love-bd
Raven, how nice to here from you again. Thanks so much for your comment. I am glad you liked it.
love-bd
teri c, yes it is a memory from my past. I guess you could say I am like the little flowers. I am a survivor.
Much thanks and I am so glad you liked it.
love-bd
That last line certainly adds an amazing spiritual yearning for beauty lost.
Gemma
It's a sad, yet hopeful poem. The plants have the power to slowly erase the scars of concrete, too.
I enjoyed this, honest and
unadorned.
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