Better late than never. It’s what they say, but is it what they mean? I was inspired by the featured image entitled “Sad Girl with a Rose” to pen some brevity, 60 words or less. If you have thoughts on the old saying or the image, please join me in writing a response. If you share it on your own page, please be sure to ping it back here and label it #PetitePen for all to enjoy.
Happy Tuesday!

The bloom of something new
is painless,
petals to be admired, plucked,
placed on a lover’s bed.
It’s when dormancy is destroyed,
the long-rested rhizome split.
It’s when light penetrates
a stubborn shell,
and the seedling within sprouts,
all that is within
rising to an unknown surface.
How intimidating,
the imbibition of life,
the catapulted view.
That’s when it hurts.
ยฉ 2023 | K.Hartless
forgive me: I thought you’d made a mistake with ‘imbibition’ but I looked it up; it really is a word — though auto-correct doesn’t think so ๐ How did you come across that? great imagery, both verbal and visual —
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Thank you, John. Yes, well, you didn’t know my nerdy science side? I was almost an Environmental Scientist. I studied in a program a few years before switching to the dark side of English Literature. Even now, I enjoy reading and writing about nature.
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it really came out in this post ๐ what an interesting background, the paths we take —
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Beautiful vivid lines, K – really captures that sudden shock of meeting a new world ๐
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Thank you, Tom. I saw this short video and it really put into perspective this transformation. My life adjustments seem simple in comparison, really. ๐
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A thoughtful poem, accompanied by an enchanting song & video!
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love this K! โค๏ธ
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I’m so glad. Brevity brings out my best. Maybe that’s why I cook and clean only briefly. ๐
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hahahah good idea. mee too.. ha๐คฃ
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rising toward the light
from
a darkness-impaired catacomb
leaves
a lust for lingering among
the last vestiges of love, and of hope
and of you
my one and only truth
I forgot what the word count was, so hope I didnโt go over. Itโs always a treat to be here, to read you, and to write with you. Happy weekend, K. ๐
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Love this ๐ค
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