Nurtured beneath time’s fecundity
bulbs root future’s potential
until a line of crocuses bursts purple
through early spring snow.
Mending white with shivering color,
a row of healing heaven
salves the icy growl of winter’s teeth.
Brenda Warren 2014
Written for Elizabeth’s Day 1 prompt.
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I love this little poem. I look forward to reading your poems this month. My life is far too stressed at the moment to participate with April poeming, but I do look forward to reading some of the poets I follow, and that includes you, of course.
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Here where it’s still protesting Spring with shades of Winter, you slip in with your lovely poem…I can relate to the days when nothing will drip from your fingers or brain pan that feels worth putting on paper. This definitely made the grade and then some…be well Brenda. We’ll wait for you.
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Brenda, Imagine this, my Dad’s favorite flower the crocus highlighted today and the work tonight on Dear Lala……..my Mother’s nickname………think this is a sign from the Divine of what a great friend and confidante you are for me! ❤ this one and I'm sure the next!
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Lovely start, my dear Brenda. Love the word “fecundity”. How many years is this for us doing napo together? 4? Like Marianne, my mind feels clogged, but I am going to give it my best, Michael would’ve want that from me. Hell, he would’ve expected it. lol. Happy writing, my friend.
Love,
Pamela ox
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What a lovely happy poem. Thanks for the cheer
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Love it, both words and image. Purple is symbol of personal power. Really good way to begin Brenda.
Elizabeth
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Thank you, Elizabeth. Day one? Check! 😉
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Beautiful images – lovely poem. Good luck. You are off to a great start with this one!
I’m not participating. I’m mired in thick mental mud. 😦
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Thank you, Marianne. My mind has been thick, too. Although March saw only one poem fall from these fingers, I’m hopeful that I’ll rise to the poeming demands of April. 😉
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