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Saturday, April 24, 2021

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 24 - Wildflower

 

Sunday Morning

On the streets again 
where wild I grew up 
I've had my chances 
this day might be last 
My life has been blessed 
living in the cracks 
Sunday on the streets 
this my time to bloom 

Here I've been beat down 
nearly every day 
Can't help where seeds blow 
so here I was born 
That's where I must bloom 
no one dug me out 
Perhaps you will cut, 
put me in a vase 
 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 
 - Photo presented by Carrie Van Horn at the Sunday Muse #157,  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/08/future-muse.html?m=1 
 - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 24, https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-four-7/ 

 - I am attempting to write at least one poem a day for the National Poem Writing Month.  Today is Day 24 of the 30, you can see my progress here, NaPoWriMo 2021.

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10 comments:

  1. indybevSaturday, April 24, 2021 12:21:00 PM

    You're sure to end up in a vase somewhere, Jim!!

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  2. SmithaSaturday, April 24, 2021 1:34:00 PM

    Poignant!

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  3. Carrie Van HornSaturday, April 24, 2021 1:38:00 PM

    I really like this Jim! Your metaphor and message work well! The image really did move you to words!

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  4. qbitSaturday, April 24, 2021 2:04:00 PM

    "here I was born / That's where I must bloom" When you are a seed without legs to walk away or opposable thumbs to hitchhike, that's how it goes for sure.

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  5. HelenSaturday, April 24, 2021 6:55:00 PM

    In a vase it shall be ... hand-painted by me.

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  6. ms_liliSaturday, April 24, 2021 8:13:00 PM

    I've known a few people like this. I'm guessing they wish it were otherwise but:
    "...here I was born
    That's where I must bloom"
    Nicely done, Jim.
    Li@tao-talk

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  7. TruedessaSaturday, April 24, 2021 9:23:00 PM

    I would be happy to try and dig you up from the roots and plant you in a meadow with room to grow.

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  8. C. SandlinSunday, April 25, 2021 8:00:00 AM

    powerful -- the unexpected blooms can have a great deal of uplift and leave a lasting impression

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  9. CharleySunday, April 25, 2021 11:51:00 AM

    This speaks to me, although, "...here I was born," has become such a hellhole that I can never go back.

    Very well written.

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  10. purplepeninportland.comFriday, May 07, 2021 6:54:00 PM

    What a lovely poem, Jim!

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