I don’t do poetry
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 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. ❤