In early June
when flowers
open their hearts
to me, I am humbled.
How insignificant
I become in light of
their fiery heat. Sky
is churning circles
of coal. I am hoping
to make it home
before the storm
with the moon
as my guide.
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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.
I smiled and thought, “I’d have this bubble headed lady guide me home.” (Better hurry because there soon won’t be any moonlight until after the storm. )
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This is absolutely stunning. Yes, the earth giving birth the color and scent IS humbling. Guided by moonlight—sigh. And this description of darkness above is gorgeous:
I really enjoyed what you did here, beautifully done.
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Thanks, Trudessa!
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Thank you so much, Urban!
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A lovely poem Sara
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Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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I smiled and thought, “I’d have this bubble headed lady guide me home.” (Better hurry because there soon won’t be any moonlight until after the storm. )
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Good thinking, Jim.
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Love the contrast between the flowers and the oncoming storm and the way the moon seems to soften both the flowers and the weather.
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Thanks, wyndolynne!
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“when flowers
open their hearts
to me” – yes indeed. That is how it feels, right?
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It does.🌻
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This is absolutely stunning. Yes, the earth giving birth the color and scent IS humbling. Guided by moonlight—sigh. And this description of darkness above is gorgeous:
“Sky
is churning circles
of coal.”
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Thanks so much, Shawna!
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You have given flowers the glory they deserve Sara! This is lovely!
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Thanks, Carrie!
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What a beautiful interpretation of the image.
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Thanks, Susie!
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Love your churning circles of coals in the sky – wonderful image.
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Thanks, writing!
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Lovely poem, Sara …. insignificant is appropriate when nature in all its glory is involved. I feel it too.
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Thanks, Helen!
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