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.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
| 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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