rain splashed cobbles
reflects light
in your eyes
flecked gray
shadows lengthen
the lifetime of cracks
and crevasses
which we tip-toe carefully over
in places a tiny shoot of green
battles against the odds
of crushing disappointment.
Its been a while......the madness of work saps all originality....
see the others here.
Nice feel to this piece, Kay; and yes we all search for &/or notice the odd green shoot that cracks the concrete reaching for sun sustenance, or the hardy weeds that crop up in the thin soil between bricks & stones.
ReplyDeleteCobblestones and greyness... that little rebellious green sprout is sorely needed.
ReplyDeleteIt's like riding a bike and you haven't lost the hang of it.
ReplyDeleteYou know what, Kay, there's nothing like the light of a new day to wash over all the loneliness and disappointment down on memory lane.
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I thought the poem was well done and I often look into the cracks to see what may have fallen in between.
ReplyDeletelove the mysterious power fighting against the odds....
ReplyDeleteBeautiful write Kay...
ReplyDeleteDelightfully intriguing...
ReplyDeleteReally nice, Kay.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely stroll this was!
ReplyDeleteOh, the tiny shoot of green. We all need it .....
ReplyDeleteafter reading your poem I went back to the image hoping to see a little green shoot.
ReplyDeleteLovely. :)
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