Scent of Spring in Me
by Dawn Richerson
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
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Mine seems to you
a wasted life, whittled down
by a series of unfortunate events –
something to sit and shake your head about
over coffee with the friends you take for granted.
You look at me now and you see
death, only thorns.
Dormant so long,
my heart forgets all the days
growing in the light of generosity
you shared from your soul. I will bloom again,
full as my love for you, sure as a climbing vine.
You will look and see I’ve become
a lovely rose.
The scent of spring
wafts on the periphery.
I am leaning so far as life’s straight jacket
allows me pliability. Soon,
these chains will break. I will stumble clear of this pain
that keeps me bound, unresponsive
to sun and rain.
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|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Sherry is spot on...This is another of your in-depth
emotion grabbing poems Dawn! Superb write!
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|Awesome job, Dawn. If we let others beat us down and allow their actions to steal away our happiness, then we have chosen not to be alive. No one else is worth that. We are granted just so many days: when the end is near we will weep for each one we wasted over situations we couldn't change.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|one word, dawn: BREATHTAKING! BRAVA! (okay, that's TWO! LOL)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Powerfully written, with the dawn comes hope for renewal--an excellent piece!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)