snowdrops
in a garden of barely there
two white flowers stand side by side
heads bent in a soliloquy of prayer
the ground is barren
in all directions
but for these brave soldiers
sent ahead to scout
for possibility
in the rooted dance
of no escape
outstretched arms always almost touching
two white flowers stand side by side
in a garden of barely there
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo.
Also joining in with PAD (poem a day) over at Writer’s Digest.
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April 15th, 2014 at 11:06 am
Beautiful
April 15th, 2014 at 11:32 am
I long for these lovely treasures. Spring flowers are such a delight as is your writing.
April 18th, 2014 at 12:59 am
here, in my garden, a damnable mole at two of my freshly planted heirloom tomato plants. so, I guess, they’re the next stage after barely there… ~