Creative Writing Saturday

Morning Glories

Morning Glories (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Morning Glories

Blue and dark-blue
rose and deepest rose
white and pink they

are everywhere in the diligent
cornfield rising and swaying
in their reliable

finery in the little
fling of their bodies their
gear and tackle

all caught up in the cornstalks.
The reaper’s story is the story
of endless work of

work careful and heavy but the
reaper cannot
separate them out there they

are in the story of his life
bright random useless
year after year

taken with the serious tons
weeds without value
humorous beautiful weeds. ~ Mary Oliver

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Creative Writing Saturday

Lotus Blossom in the Lily Pool

Lotus Blossom in the Lily Pool (Photo credit: waynedchang)

On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.

Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my dream
and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.

That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to me
that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.

I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine,
and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

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