Like any dandy little bud
waiting to stretch to morning light,
ready to be defined by sun’s amount
of grace and affinity for little things.
Shadows on wide-blue’s scud
present a precarious blight,
bloom must now, sad breach, surmount
in climbing that such weightiness brings.
There is such nurturance in deepening mud
if we refuse to take as slight,
to make such lessons truly count,
make Beautiful from such add-mirings.
In a list
A contest entry
- Another Round by Found an Angel.
500 points, ended March 7, 2007, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Hey! Compost works too. I'm giggling over the images of the topic here. I know it's nessasary but yuk! Oh,you intended metaphoric manure didn't you? and from that stand point,you are so right in your penned fabulous ideals of what in compleatness grows the life in all forms.great use of descriptive metaphores in this finely crafted piece.~suseann
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Yes'm, I surely did. Hugs til I get back or to a puter alogn the way. Take care of you!
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The beauty that can come from manure. It all has to start from something..and if there weren't any manure, we would never be able to revel in the beauty of things.
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you sound liek a garcener....lol..like me...
gf, see you soon!
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Beautiful Picture
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ty artiechurch
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