Poem – My Beautiful World

Dirt-stained, I creep to bed
And in the night outside are the plants I have pressed into soil
The seeds I have touched with my fingers
Like bestowing tiny blessings
I feel them growing
I feel their dark world, and the longing for light
The dream of leaves unfurling
The yearning, and the painful patience
I feel these things
For my spring too, is yet to come
We nestle in shadows, secret and trembling
Singing softly of hope to each other.


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4 thoughts on “Poem – My Beautiful World

  1. That is does, absolutely. Cheaper than therapy too 🙂 Hmm, for some reason Dan.i.ka is your name in the blogger profile. You should be able to log into it (you can see it when you click on your name in these comments) and change it to Dani. Lol, that's where google is your friend. Any question you have, a million people before you will have had and asked somewhere online! 😛


  2. *grins* My pleasure, or ours… he's a keeper 😉 Poetry soothes the soul.
    Btw, I am still so puzzled by the “comment as” options 😛
    I simply want it to say “Dani” whilst connecting via google *Shrugs* lol, there are times when I worry at how technologically challenged I am despite being computer literate!


  3. I really enjoy the way you work with words, the imagery that is invoked.

    Talking of spring or the advent of it made me think of a particularly favourite excerpt from a poem by e. e. cummings:

    “…A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.”


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