thrown again into earth's fallow dust
by winter's cruel whirls of bitter treatment
-left for dead-
but watered faithfully by questioning tears
under night's cautious hood, seeming endless
transplanted mercifully by Gardener's feeling hand
into dirt, yes, but more fertile still
until shoot of fledgling strength sprouts up as spine
and tender, hoping leaves unfurl
as flags announcing spring's yet hesitating flower
content, for now, to remain displayed
in terra-cotta pot
looking quite perfect, of necessity, to everyone
except those who care to see
me
In a list
A contest entry
- 15 Lines Or Less - 15 Entries Only - free Verse Only - Prompt Inspiration by Cupcrazy.
450 points, ended May 14, 2007, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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Beautiful piece, the imagry and metaphor are exceptional. Loved the flow and form. A great write and an excellent take on the prompt. Thanks for your great entry. Hugs, Bunny
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