Intricate Flower
(c) Joni Zipp
(c) Joni Zipp
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The blossoms seem to surface
when out of the weary cold
they spring to bountiful life
ever the fragrance so bold.
Gathered round the stalk so true
the petal forms a flower
to stand among the crowd
to watch each passing hour.
The intricate life of the blade
the receptacle is a home.
for growth through each bud,
the soil soft silken loam.
My life is like the bloom
that slowly unfolds to be.
I rise and stretch each morn
release the soul of me.
All rights reserved: copyright © Joni Zipp
when out of the weary cold
they spring to bountiful life
ever the fragrance so bold.
Gathered round the stalk so true
the petal forms a flower
to stand among the crowd
to watch each passing hour.
The intricate life of the blade
the receptacle is a home.
for growth through each bud,
the soil soft silken loam.
My life is like the bloom
that slowly unfolds to be.
I rise and stretch each morn
release the soul of me.
All rights reserved: copyright © Joni Zipp
2 comments:
Loved the images and emotions buried in your words....
My favorite lines:
I rise and stretch each morn
release the soul of me.
Incredible feelings stired in me when I read the words "release the soul fo me."
WOW!
Thanks June.
The flower can sometimes be metaphorically seen as our lives, unfolding with each new blossom. That is exactly how I feel sometime.:)
Thanks for visiting. *big hugs*
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