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I’ve got a line of words
Yearning and burning to be touched
Fingers guiding words into sentences
And sentences into paragraphs
Into chapters swirling through
Lives, emotions…
Into pain and happiness
Into healing and elevation
Into the heartbreak that dances
With love and risk
Closely
Watching
Studying
Making sense
of the senseless
I’ve got a shelf of books
That scream like needles
On pressed vinyl
And a long list of songs
that have yet to be explored
Broken down
And rooted.
I’ve got some broken bricks
On this beautiful road
Got wet concrete
And the tools
For paradise
I’ve got a puzzle
With all the pieces
Hungry to come together
To reveal the glory
Of their story.
I’ve got a room
With deep red walls
And heavy stories
Splattered strategically
On them
At a stand
Signs of progress
balanced with the universe
s l o w d o w n +
and as we seek and seek
we fail to see that
stars speak
predestined
set and complete.
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Listen you Dandelions!
Don’t try to be daisies. Don’t try to be tall like the trees.
Did some of you try to be pink? Be content – be yellow.
It is not failure if you are not pink a Dandelion.
Be the flowers you were meant to be…
but learn from others,
learn from the thin grass
and recover from life’s blows,
even from trampling boots,
all is not lost if you remember
you have roots.
Live each summer for itself.
Let it be a beautiful summer that lasts
right up to the second frost.
And in winter go underground and grow;
don’t just wait.
You don’t have to sing
at the very first day of sun,
but by autumn try to have flowered
at least once.
Wait for the friendly little flies.
Take your turn for the sun to find your spot.
Some colours are unlikely,
others impossible, (probably.)
Much can be achieved in
a short flowering season for which
we have waited all winter.
At any time there may appear opportunities.
Take credit for having flowered when you could.
(Remember some other year)
and add it to your contentment.
It isn’t always as easy to be a flower
as the Trees think it is.
Life is a lot of waiting;
things happen slowly.
We do it for the seeds,
we all know that.
No two flowers are ever the same.
Every Dandelion matters! Trust all.
Recognize that we are all flowers, together,
even the Trees are ‘sort of flowers’.
Talk flowers, try to talk.
Stop looking at each other askance.
We are all insecure.
Speak to each other.
Communicate your plight.
Share your doubts.
Talk and tell of truth;
It will fill all that waiting,
with meaning.
-Carol Batton
