Sunday, May 7, 2017

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I stare in wonder
How can there be so many thorns
Protruding from within
Dry cracking soil, devoid of distinction or color
Suddenly birthing something worthy, so pretty
That it almost makes me grateful
For those prickly piercings 
Protecting beautiful flowers?

Each day I stare
Searching for beauty in rocky dirt
That's how I see earth
And you
And me
Repeating cycles of death and rebirth
Pushing away the pain 
Of letting go the dead blossoms to fly in the wind
While we love the living in spite of the thorns


18 comments:

  1. Oh the wonder when something new spring forth.. love this both for real and in reality.

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  2. Ha, it looks like comments I made on my tablet did not go through. Bummer. There is deep wisdom in this poem, Myrna, and you have expressed it so beautifully.

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  3. I find it amazing where beauty can be found, such as flowers protruding from dry earth. Life is full of flowering blooms and thorns.

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  4. Good advice... now to follow : )
    ZQ

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  5. The thorns have their place too. I am so very grateful for the beauty of this world - and your poems are a part of that.

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  6. This is wise and beautiful. Sigh....

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  7. There is wisdom and serenity to be found in this level of acceptance - a kind of transcendence from the thorns we encounter in this world. A beautifully - and deeply compelling - piece, Myrna.

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  8. rocky earth and you and me.. a lesson there in those beautiful flowers...

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  9. "While we love the living in spite of the thorns"
    Luv this end line

    much love...

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  10. Ah, rebirth / spring always worth looking forward too, Myrna.

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  11. Love the richness and wisdom to be found in rocky soil.

    Elizabeth

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  12. There is beauty if only we look hard enough. Life is beautiful but not without some pain. Whata lovely poem this Myrna.

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  13. Thorns are hard to negotiate but as ever you show us beauty and wisdom in the world

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  14. The brightest flowers come from the dry parched earth. The struggle makes them more vibrant.

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  15. Of letting go the dead blossoms to fly in the wind
    While we love the living in spite of the thorns

    Love will not run smooth at all times! But that is what nature has been made to offer. One enjoys the the kinks and the ups and downs running over them! Thoughtful thoughts Myrna!

    Hank

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  16. that is a beautiful image myrna - and one that speaks right into my situation...

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