Written for:  Carpe Diem #1343 – The Story of the Greek King and the Physician Douban  (from Scheherezade’s stories in 1,000 Arabian Nights)

dark earth bursts open
a sea of colors rise to the sun
first spring day

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

Lightning damaged tree
a wound so deep, bared branches
blossom with buds in Spring


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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One Response to Wound

  1. mhmp77 says:


    Breathed a silence would be possible given a person’s tendency for privacy by the beach. Only sounds of the waves were apparent


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