Monday, August 17, 2009

late summer storm
blowing in with
raw power-
petals wilted from the heat
surrender and release...

7 comments:

  1. Based on actual events... :) I was driving today when a thunderstorm suddenly blew through town. I was sitting at a red light when I noticed the beautiful landscaping by our city hall was being beat to a pulp by the driving rain. Those delicate little blossoms just didn't stand a chance! You know people can be like that, too. I've always had a tendency to be like the petals in my dealings with other people...I don't like conflict and don't always stand up for myself in an attempt to avoid it. I'm strong on behalf of those I love, but not always for myself. I don't necessarily want to be the storm, but I'm working toward finding a balance between the two. :)

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  2. Your note is more interesting than the poem, Kristin....and I can relate with what you say :)

    ofcourse, the poem says it well...one can read you in your lines, but then an authors note is always interesting :)

    wishes,
    devika

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  3. Stunning image, love the words!

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  4. Lines two, three and four make nice verse.

    "I've always had a tendency to be like the petals in my dealings with other people...I don't like conflict and don't always stand up for myself in an attempt to avoid it."

    May I say that a petal is doing what it was made for: being pretty, successfull and briefly. As far as I can see, you are not briefly, Kristin.

    Best wishes
    Ralf

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  5. Thank you to everyone, actually. :)

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  6. A fine -word picture-. Lovit. _m

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