Flowers
Flowers
Humming birds hone a sweet rhythm,
serenade: twittering sparrows
hang around in the Hope emanating Dawn,
but no blooming flowers in my garden,
but only sinking buds in the mud ,
bitten by the cruel frosty hands of
shrivelling Winter,
the half lived stems
crave for the warmth,
looking upwards, what else
they could do? Where else
they expect ? could it be from
mostly self centred humanity?
Trees know better.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| She surges on | 0 | 06/25/2013 |
| I walk with my soul | 1 | 06/21/2011 |
| Flowers | 0 | 01/08/2011 |
| From within | 2 | 08/02/2010 |
| The age is shriinking. | 2 | 06/15/2010 |
| If God were to descend...... | 3 | 04/14/2010 |
| Carpe Diem | 3 | 04/11/2010 |
| Relationships | 3 | 04/08/2010 |
| Mistakes | 3 | 04/06/2010 |
| Bubbles | 1 | 04/03/2010 |
| Karma's door | 3 | 03/28/2010 |
| Autumn | 3 | 03/26/2010 |
| Grief in its own way. | 2 | 03/23/2010 |
| Love's Anguish | 4 | 03/23/2010 |
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