image credit: Dick Blick Art
They change/slash the cold world of grey
with roots still alive,
awaiting for spark, array of colors,
when sun, chasing rain,
opening eyes
to see the beauty and rise
high for joy.
The goal they cherish
when jaded
still standing up
on the way home –
to nourish, design
all world satisfied,
burns with desire
to bloom.
by Brenda Warren
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Some things can light even the darkest day
ReplyDeleteif only guns were flowers...and we spread color
ReplyDeleteas opposed to death
One can only hope.
ReplyDeleteRequiem For. Battle- Dream
ReplyDeleteThe "desire to bloom" - what we all have?
ReplyDeleteHaving the consequences of war realized hopes still registers for the future! Great lines humbird!
ReplyDeleteHank
I like the feel of hope and goodness between each line, as these words could have taken a dive into darkness! Very creative use!
ReplyDeleteThe desire to bloom is a powerful life force ..our duty
ReplyDeleteA beautiful message blooms in your words here indeed!!
ReplyDeleteIf only....
ReplyDeleteA good blooming message. LOL!
ReplyDeleteThe desire to bloom....for some, that is half the battle. Brilliant write.
ReplyDeleteThe desire to bloom indeed...wonderful...
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