I could have gone blind on sunshine,
had there not been a few shadows
to keep me humble. Glare would eventually
force me to cover my eyes, burned, seared,
crying out that light can hurt the heart
when it is constant. I have been grateful
and not having to swelter
sunfully because someone depended on me too.
I could have been pressed down, on rock
hard places, never to rise, because I was so comfortable
in shade and stones are sometimes
the next hardest thing I know.
When I was up waving, my bright
smile like a beacon, there was always someone
who wanted what I had, would pick me before my prime
and I would end up looking wilted
which was more noticeable in the glare.
and it was lonely there, weighted with responsibility.
When I was in the shadows, it was inevitably easier,
at times. I could grovel in murkiness
and not have to wave any banners or bear
any burdens other than my own. It was a heavy
quiet, lonely in other ways. But no one expected
any more from me then.
But, I should discuss the rain. Rain that falls
in full sunlight, they say are angel tears of happiness
and perhaps sorrow, in its mysterious was;
that knowing that it can not be sustained
for so as morning rises, night must fall.
There is an aching in any joy for that.
When dark days gather into sop of sudden showers,
even flowers know to bend their heads
and see it through. It is such a wonder,
to me, that the buds in process of their mourning
know when to rise together like a yellow chorus.
You are a blossom in my garden, my friend.
We know the season and the cycles well.
We are both sunned and shadowed Hope
to each other. Our arms, like leaves,
hold each other in swelter or shadow
just beneath the dazzle of ease
and the bend when we are beleaguered
by a deluge of dark horizons.
Author notes
Friendship in this garden is one of hope....offering coolness in the heat and warm comfort in the cold.
This is for you W.
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- MAKE A FRIEND SMILE by Whispering Wind.
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Friendsational!
Tender words for your special friend, W.! You are a true friend with a unique talent which you use so well!
People may forget the things you say, they may forget the things you do, but they never forget how you make them feel!
Your words could make the hardest heart soften.
♥ Maureen
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aw, what a great comment....this friend of mine has the softest heart possible though...perhaps that is why she is my friend.
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Nice poem. Keep writing.
lmao
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Smiling through my tears...
"You are a blossom in my garden, my friend.
We know the season and the cycles well.
We are both sunned and shadowed Hope
to each other. Our arms, like leaves,
hold each other in swelter or shadow
just beneath the dazzle of ease
and the bend when we are beleaguered
by a deluge of dark horizons."
{quietly weeping} Sighhh...My dear, dear Friend...my Sister of unending solace...How can I ever tell you the many, many ways your words move me??? I bless the day Richard stood between us, drawing us nearer to each other...You have handed me candles when the tempest darkened my own...You have embraced me with your caring & led me to your hearth, bringing tea & sympathy with gentle compassion...You have made me laugh until my sides ached, when before, I could only cry in silence...With your loving wisdom, you have brought me into your circle, wrapping me in your ancestral shawl until I could feel I was a part of this Family of Mankind...this incredible gathering of hallowed Souls...I have felt such infinite love pouring from your heart into mine...You are a Mother of this Earth, a Sister of the Sky, a Warrior Woman of the Water...You are a magnificent human, Carol...a prophet, a sage, a teacher, a nurturer...Your words heal my wounds...but then, they come from your hands, your Heart & your Soul...I love you, my Sister...I am honored to sit by your quiet fire & feel its amazing warmth...Thank you so very much...& yes, because of you, I smile...Ooohhh, 'tis so lovely, my dear Friend...By the by...
What IS this, anyway??? Dueling po'try??? I adore you. 
Wanda
excerpts from: "Fireflies" by Rabindranath Tagore
"Your careless gifts of a moment,
like the meteors of an autumn night,
catch fire in the depth of my being."
"I came to offer thee a flower,
but thou must have all my garden ~
It is thine."
"There are seekers of wisdom and seekers of wealth,
I seek thy company so that I may sing."
source: http://www.terebess.hu/english/tagore5.html
excerpts from: "The Rubaiyat" by Omar Khayyam
"With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow,
And with my own hand labour'd it to grow:
And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd—
'I came like Water, and like Wind I go.'
"Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!
That Youth's sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
The Nightingale that in the Branches sang,
Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows!"
http://www.humanistictexts.org/omar_khayyam.htm
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How does a ragweed tell a rose they are so ebautiful they climb jsut to see them rise?
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When I figger it out, I'll let you know, Rose. 
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aw, leave it to a roase to call a raggity old weed sister.
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Actually, I don't think either of us really qualify to be a rose, my Sister...they're far too fragile & cultivated...I'm a wildflower, swept by the wind from a whisper of scent...you are everything lovely that blooms...so there...
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but I am such a great wannabe....
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You are so far beyond merely being a wannabe, Carol...You are what they aspire to, my dear Friend...
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