She planted bulbs during the winter
When nothing it seemed would ever survive
The cold until early May when the first
Saplings pushed their green music into a noisy world.
For all the while, they had been growing
With the kind of stubborn faith that sends
Monarch butterflies reeling across continents,
Seeking a resistant patch of green covered
In milkweed. Yet under a punishing sun
With enough earth to spread roots and sky
To blossom, nurtured by egg shells and seaweed
Impossible colors that rivaled her neighbor’s garden
Greeted her as she opened the door to the back yard,
Each petal bursting like a prayer that had been answered
That grew from her hands, almost like her children.
When nothing it seemed would ever survive
The cold until early May when the first
Saplings pushed their green music into a noisy world.
For all the while, they had been growing
With the kind of stubborn faith that sends
Monarch butterflies reeling across continents,
Seeking a resistant patch of green covered
In milkweed. Yet under a punishing sun
With enough earth to spread roots and sky
To blossom, nurtured by egg shells and seaweed
Impossible colors that rivaled her neighbor’s garden
Greeted her as she opened the door to the back yard,
Each petal bursting like a prayer that had been answered
That grew from her hands, almost like her children.
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9 comments:
Wonderful. There you are to mum's left.
I love how the voice starts with what I consider a high note: "She planted bulbs during the winter."
And right there, the tone is set and we know: not much can touch her.
"Each petal bursting like a prayer that had been answered
That grew from her hands, almost like her children." Geoffrey, that is...wow! I like that. Great poem and photo. Is that your mom?
Btw, Happy Mother's Day to your lovely wife. Have a great week. Peace~
She was a wonderful woman, and yes, that's me to her left.
Khotso,
my brother.
Stephen, I accept the greetings for my wife and I will pass it on. I also return the greeting to you and your family.
1Love,
Geoffrey
Liked the "green music" and the "butterflies reeling across continents".
Give thanks & Welcome, Gordon!
Wonderful poetry! I really like the line with the green music and the noisy world!
Andy, glad to have you here.Welcome and thanks!
I love the way the stanza flow from one to the next so effortlessly. Beautiful.
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