Saturday, October 27, 2012

The Dormant Flower

In the flowerbed, surrounded by weeds
Seemingly unnoticed, the poor heart bleeds
A world of color and beauty locked up inside
While shriveling in darkness and dreams denied

Longing for the sunlight 'slive giving rays
To free the prisoner from the stifling malaise
To break the chains of the stone cold tomb
And let the dormant flower bring forth its bloom

9 comments:

Brian Miller said...

enchanting rhythm in this duane...we can not always choose where we are planted but we can choose who we reflect....smiles.

Beachanny said...

I think you've found the sunshine and are turning to the light..in the beginning was the word..and the light. Those WORDS will set you free.

Fred Rutherford said...

Duane, enjoyed this. The second stanza mirrors my own a lot, kinda scary in that regards. Excellent share. Thanks

Mama Zen said...

Nice flow!

Anna Montgomery said...

I remember this point in life of trying to achieve escape velocity. May you bloom and grow.

PattiKen said...

I enjoyed this. I hope you find the perfect place to bloom.

kkkkaty said...

They tell us to bloom where we ae planted...there is a lot to that if you realize you can decide to uproot yourself and find another place with richer soil and less hot sun maybe?

John (@bookdreamer) said...

Sometimes it's time to find the sun and others to see a weed is what others name

seacamels said...

Great rhythm and feel on this one. Not an easy subject to tackle. You’ve worked it well.