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Click hereDon't be scared
by sudden explosion
of exploration in colour,
from gray to grasping
the edges of diversity.
Some say you can hear it
like a rustle beneath
whatever everyday noise
rings relentless.
More silent than heartbeats
the rush of your blood
and your innermost tranquil
hollering.
Some say you can sense
how persistence breaks
the barrier of oppression
in a million revolutions
everyday.
It's patches of life
humming in the wake
from hibernating slow,
finding it's pulse.
It's dandelions raising stems,
it's the crocus' lowered gaze
in a fresh green haven.
So don't be scared,
it's just
another year
breaking through,
seeping in.
And I know it's new,
but you will see
how much more
it all can be.
- COMMENTS
jthserraabout 20 years agofor a first Easter... such a gentle expression in the words, so nurturing. well done...
jim : )
YDDabout 20 years agoThis poem displays the gentle sense of Gaia unfolding herself to all new life.
Or of a proud mother showing the world to her babe in spring.
I find it warmly enlightening.
This poet has talent to further explore.
I might change "hollering".
Liarabout 20 years agoThere is a de-facto feeling over many poems you write, a sense of that what you say is the most natural thing in the world. You can take the simple beauty of a concept and just show it like it is, in a way that few poets can. Thanks for once again warming my day.
champagne1982about 20 years agoI can feel the hope of spring,
Hush now.
It's only
A moment of the season.
Lovely.
