original short poem
featuring images by Kasia1989,
up the sides of life:
zipped sweaters taut
with blooms and strife.
Vase of unlikely compatriots,
set on the sill to soak up sun.
Wilting but slight,
the mineral flows from another
perk up the bunch.
And on the day the inevitable comes,
some comfort in knowing, through scornful arcs:
we are tossed on that selfsame pyre of dawn
below song of jubilant larks.
Poem & reflections.
1 — "Poppies in Vase" by Kasia1989
2 — "Dead Flowers in HDR" by Thom-B-Foto
3 — "Large, Rich, Peony Flowers" by TaoBishu
4 — "Passionflower with Carpenter Bee"
Community is that ambitious webbing, laced up the sides of life. Sharing sorrow and joy, celebrating together—lamenting our strife. It is that evincing of love, subtle but sure, sprung of inner heart-fount. It is that which, neglected—impoverishes, yet when nurtured with care becomes richness that exceeds every doubt.