Will

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    I often wonder how it is that these weeds can push through the hardest ground and bloom a flower so brilliant yellow that the Sun is a tiny bit humbled. I called this, "Will" because this must be the vehicle that carries these flowers up through death to bloom where we do not or can not expect or understand.

    Will

    God sees this determination,

    Wind pushing the window

    Slowly creaks on hinges

    Toward the gray, empty yard

    While yellow dandelion blossoms

    Burst through the dead dry earth

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    TinaD commented on Will

    12-09-2010

    I can almost feel the dandelion pushing up from the earth. Wow. A strong poem.

    Teardrops commented on Will

    12-07-2010

    You capture beauty and strength in so few words . I feel and see the beauty you discribe thank you for this wonderful poem Marie

    Kanicki commented on Will

    12-07-2010

    Very powerful petite write, and how true the power of the divine.

    Paolo

    12/07/2010

    Thank you Kanicki, It is petite. This word petite carries it's own weight, no? Even in the the least of things there is our God.

    SEVEN commented on Will

    10-25-2010

    Yea I see your point....dang dandelions, now I gotta cut the grass again....hehe.....good write....Kudos

    RHPeat commented on Will

    10-24-2010

    The metaphorical premise here is excellently done. The fulcrum levering between creaking hinges pushes at or between blossoms and earth. Such strength inside and invisible wind. This is a real winner in my book. "What more can; Will!" That's all I have to say here. Well done. A poet friend/ RH Peat

    Paolo

    10/24/2010

    Thank you my friend, it is a great thing to hear from so wonderful a poet and teacher. your friend, Paolo

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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