she is scooped up by the abrasive desert wind
the forced settlement cannot break her spirit
in her arid bed sleeps her shallow roots
she is thirsty for life
the desert rain is often light and brief
too sudden and too short lived for most
for her,
she thrives in conditions others wither
she despises mediocre
the desert sun is scorching and wearing
long suffering brings out her vibrancy
nature trials her with extreme heat and cold
she births uplifting pigments to protect her fragile pose
she is beaten by the violent sandstorm
leaf scorched, foliage torn, uprooted
it seems that she has nothing left to fight
until she senses the coming of fog
and tastes the sweetness of dew
Beautiful. Love this.
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Thanks Josh!
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I absolutely love this one, Cassa. I feel sort of a personal metaphor in it B-) PS my aloe vera plant bloomed this year for the first time
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Thank you J! Glad you like it. Aloe vera is such a healing plant. Enjoy the bloom!
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Thanks. Hope you’re great (I know you are) π
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Wow! Stunning!
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on The Prolific Pulse and commented:
Take the time to read this beautiful poem.
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This is great! Great job Cassa π
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Thanks you Robin!
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Beautiful poetry. What a lovely subject too.
βlong suffering brings out her vibrancy
nature trials her with extreme heat and cold
she births uplifting pigments to protect her fragile poseβ
These lines are so gorgeous and the ending sublime.
Have a great weekend. Love β€οΈ Joni
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