other
rough, cold dormancy
nurtures form into life
sunshine and freezing rain
in the tundra where
weed and rose are
equally nourished
Shalom,
Terri
In response to a prompt from Poetic Bloomings
P.S. When I was writing this, I was thinking of those we call terrorists and the rest of the world. Weeds and flowers. And sometimes it depends on what your perspective is regarding what is a weed. My lizard loves dandelions, so we love dandelion season at my house while the world roots out dandelions as weeds. Then the news that Bin Laden was dead came. It was quite startling and unnerving to felt that connected to thoughts of terrorism at the same time this happened. I will be reflecting on it for quite a while.
Simply put with beautifully descriptive words of one of nature’s really awesome scenes.
“Weeds are flowers that God planted that people don’t want.” I have a garden full of lovely flowers that other people dig up. But they are hardy and beautiful so it makes sense to keep them. I often mix them with a variety of grasses for charming flower arrangements. I like your poem very much and your comments afterward. Hugs, pat
I suppose the question is, who decides what are weeds? Of course, there are weeds that hurt (thistle-y weeds), but so many look innocuous! And many even carry their own beauty.
crispy and lovely.
beautiful talent.
A++
Thanks, Jingle. I’ll come visit soon!
I thought about nature, its creative power for change when I read it 🙂
The first phrase about cold changing things, superb!!!!
Enjoy the potluck!
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Excellent write and with your ps, it got me thinking too in concideration of the definition of terrorists in terms of weeds and flowers, especially with the news the American President released last night. Thank you for the ponder
There is a lot to ponder lately.
weed and rose are equally nourished.. an intense image sketched here!
Wonderful n powerful too.. many hugs ox
Great thought. Weeds are relative. We love dandelions at my house; they make good food and are good for your liver and uterus.
Thanks!
nice one …. Damn weeds
my post was here
http://blackswanpoetry.wordpress.com/2011/05/01/poem-flexed/