I don’t do poetry but…

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I don’t do poetry

but sometimes,

a picture, a moment, a fleeting feeling –

makes prose seem inadequate.

Like when I saw that one little flower

so delicate and fragile but still alive

peeking out amongst its

long dead companions.

Or maybe it’s just me,

always looking for signs in a world of coincidences.

God doesn’t know quite how to stop me

from reading omens

He never meant to send.

But in the soft pink petals,

I managed to find evidence –

of survival,

of beauty –

where there should have only been loss

and nothing but defeat.

Maybe there’s hope for me after all.


Dear friends, after a long hiatus, I’m back on this blog with a little poem I wrote and a fresh new look for the blog that I hope is more pleasing to the eye. If you like, send me some love and maybe suggest some names for this poem, which was inspired by the featured picture. ❤

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