Here, see: cupped in my hands
the last of them—spice-scented,
thousand-petaled, gold—
believe me
Friend, the world has gone
dust-dry, apostate
but I have a spring,
winter-heart hidden
These are the bloom
of all our life’s fruit,
watered, deep-rooted:
have them
I do believe you Jennifer 🙂 Have a nice Sunday. Cheers from green and quiet city of Bremen (Germany, possible “weltmeister”…)
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Ah, I would love to visit Bremen. I hear that it is lovely!
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Yes it is! 🙂
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Love this. And I so needed it this morning. Thank you!
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Glad you enjoyed!
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Really like this Jennifer – especially ‘I have a spring, winter-heart hidden’ -so beautiful! K
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Thanks for reading. I took such a long time deciding whether to use that comma after “spring.” 🙂
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Beautiful.
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Thank you, much appreciated!
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“but I have a spring,
winter-heart hidden”…… ❤ this!
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Thanks for stopping by…and for the ❤ !
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Unselfishly sharing the last of them. There are still good people! Nicely done.
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Hard as I try, I can’t be completely pessimistic. Thanks for reading!
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Awesome mystical feel to this…. Nice one!
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Thanks for that! I was going for magical, just a bit. 🙂
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I hope I got this right, it was the goodness of her heart that bloomed wasnt it? Even after everything perished.
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Hi, no right or wrong here–I like your interpretation! I was thinking of how the gifts of the heart are both flower and fruit, definitely. Thanks for reading!
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A deeply moving offering. I felt the gift of love come up through those roots.
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Thanks, Kir!
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This is so beautiful! I love the idea that the world may have dried up but she has kept something bright and beautiful and alive to share.
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Thank you. 🙂
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“These are the bloom
of all our life’s fruit,
watered, deep-rooted:
have them”
I love that. It’s so inviting, generous, and hopeful!
I need to try a happier piece one of these days! lol
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Oh, thanks for “inviting.” I think there are lots of ways of getting at happy…sometimes through darker places. So you know, my friends used to call me Mary Sunshine…
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You have such a poet’s heart that rings through so loud and clear. I’ve often said that I’m not sophisticated to fully understand poetry, but yours always speaks to me. Loved this! xo
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You make this poet’s heart smile. ❤
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Lovely!!
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Thank you, Kathy!
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I love the tone in this, Jenn. Feels like a wise person telling me secrets. Intimate. Lovely.
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I like the way you put that! And I would like to sound like a wise person. 🙂
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