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Pale Beauty

 

A
single
flower
peeks
through
sidewalk’s seam,
embraces

o

            p

e

             n

sky.

A
lonely
bloom
invites
attention
to sidewalk’s
broken canvas.

Pale
petals
pounce in breezes
like flippant flags
summoning a startling stare,
a second mesmerizing glance.

Yellow,
like sun’s gold,
swoops
and sways
in season’s
wild-wind dance.

A single flower
instills belief
in the grandeur
of a small seed—

even in a dance
alone.

4 replies on “Pale Beauty”

Jan,

I don’t know what vitamins your muse is taking or what kind of ink
you use in your pen, but I’d sure like some of each. You are posting
some excellent work.

This one blooms in both form and content. It is lovely.

“in season’s
wild-wind dance.”

In context it contributes energy and imagery to the poem.
Standing alone it elevates March wind to a new level of
grandeur.

Love it.

Sarah

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Thank you, Sarah, for your kind response. My words. Your words. You know how it is–when poetry arrives it arrives on the Inspiration train. Spring is a special time to be inspired.
Jan

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