The
smallest of things seem to attract my eyes. Blossoms released from
their stems, freed by the weight of heavy rain; their satin smooth
petals against the rough surface of the driveway.
I
notice them immediately as I step out of the car, so frail and tender,
vulnerable, exposed. Perhaps it is an awareness of the brevity of their
existence that awakens deep gratitude within me, causes me to stop,
breathe, wonder at the beauty of this world; these tiny gifts strewn at
our feet, easily missed by those who walk faster than I am able.
Eeh! What a beautiful flower, and a lovely compliment to an equally, if not moreso poem....it's funny, when you are struck by an illness of somesort or have visited so close to death's doorstep you find it within yourself to notice the smaller things, the slight, hidden pieces of vulnerability people seem to often overlook. A very nice piece, especially towards the end ♥
Loved it, reminds me of a quote, "Forgiveness is the perfume the trampled flower
casts back on the foot that crushed it." - author unknown...great write :)
Eeh! What a beautiful flower, and a lovely compliment to an equally, if not moreso poem....it's funny, when you are struck by an illness of somesort or have visited so close to death's doorstep you find it within yourself to notice the smaller things, the slight, hidden pieces of vulnerability people seem to often overlook. A very nice piece, especially towards the end ♥
I like this poem, but it was really difficult to read. That's down to cataracts and early onset blindness. It made it worth it though. I liked the fact I had to work at it and was amply rewarded
the images give it that extra kick...the construction of this piece is admirable, and the word fit so well, awesome job...check out my poem "ripples" you may be pleasantly surprised...
I'm a mother, wife, photographer, writer, blogger, lover of life dedicated to paying attention and gratitude. I also live with an uninvited guest, Multiple Sclerosis. It has slowed me down so that my .. more..