Tender child, a rose-in-waiting,
embryonic heart translating
innocence to jaded earth,
poetry before her birth.
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Tender child, a rose-in-waiting,
embryonic heart translating
innocence to jaded earth,
poetry before her birth.
I especially like this one, Melody.
Russ
Thanks Russ!
the green of the plant transferred to the
“jaded earth” -nicely done!
Thanks, Pam!
I must echo Pam’s comment (I actually noticed it–I’m not always so observant). I love the last line so much, the idea that perhaps I was a poet before my birth…. God bless you today, Mel–love, sis Caddo
Isn’t that a delicious idea? I want to simmer in that one for a while…
Simply…Lovely!
Thanks, Rosy…
I am loving seeing what you are seeing, and how you are seeing God in it all! 🙂 Thank you!!
Ah, I DO see Him everywhere – He is intrinsically woven into all H has made… Thanks, Debbie!