Have we the courage
To be vulnerable?
It hurts, you know.
Perhaps that is when
The best blossoms show--
Or when something deep
Inside decides to grow
Higher and, as weather
Warms, forms a new leaf,
A new stem and grows.
One learns, one knows,
In throes of uncertainty.
One goes on --we are
All on the hero's journey.
When the best blossoms show
ReplyDeleteAlmost took my breath.
Beautiful poem.
Kind Rick, Thank you. A calla bloom unfurling a further leaf and bloom is a wonder to share.
DeleteHow beautifully put.....we become 'more' thanks to adversity.
ReplyDeleteDear Delores, I believe it was Ben Franklin who said,"A kite flies highest against the wind."
DeleteMy mother grew a calla lily when I was a teenager. It was so different and so beautiful. Your poem does it justice, as does Norma's photo.
ReplyDeleteO_Jenny, the growth pattern of the calla is both confidant and inquisitive. The result is beautiful. Thank you. I learn a lot from the photographer.
DeleteQuerida ANNA, Tus poemas son encantadores, como lo es todo tu blog. No soñaría con separarme de tu lista de seguidores. Trabajé con sudamericanos en agricultura, luego en jardines públicos, así que tuve que aprender un poco de español para poder mantenerme seguro con equipos pesados. Gracias por tu amable comentario ... y "Besos".
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful sentiment - that we're all on the hero's journey. So affirming.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Geo.
Be well, dear man.
The journey transforms us all, Robyn, from crisis to something better, stronger, more compassionate. I will try hard to be well --you too.
DeleteAwesome pic of the calla plant and its vulnerability, friend Geo … My mom took over the care of such a plant, which was dying … and mom made her into the most magnificent calla plant ever … cuz it bloomed over and over again … sometimes ten blossoms at a time … Be well, friend Geo, hmmm? … Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteDear Cat, that is a wonderful calla success story. They WANT to live, thrive and I think they want to be beautiful. And yes, I shall do my best to be well.
DeleteAn Urdu poet once said that a mirror that is cracked is dearest to the maker of mirrors. I always questioned that poet. Although I never studied Urdu as a language I heard my parents talk about this stanza and they said that an artist loves every piece of his work. Your poem made me understand that idiom. I believe that it is OK to be afraid of breaking, as we learned in business school, every failure teaches us something.
ReplyDeleteLove the photography here, such pains taking. ( I am translating my feelings from Hindi to English.)
A beautiful comment, Munir. Thank you.
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