Open Poetry #40 |
Thy Glory Undimmed |
JLHunter Senior Member
since 2006-10-08
Posts 557CA United States |
Thy Glory Undimmed (Tanka String) A smoldering fire, Then soft rain, as Earth's womb heals. A nascent bud blooms. Mother Nature rejoices; Her joy colors the blossom. Purple, gold, and green, The timid hues are vivid For one small flower. Bravely, the pansy pushes Delicate petals skyward. Thusly emboldened, All manner of life bursts forth-- Nature's symphony. Cacophonies of pigments Herald the bounty to come. O! Joyous pansy, The harbinger of rebirth, What colors are thine? Lost now amongst brighter buds, Thy glory yet is undimmed. I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires. -Khalil Gibran |
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Kit McCallum
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since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Wonderful JL Hunter ... exquisite visuals throughout. A virtual feast of nature's splendor for the mind's eye. Much enjoyed. Best wishes, /Kit |
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