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.
© 2023 | K.Hartless
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
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 🙂 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 🙂 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 🙂
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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. 💜
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A thoughtful poem, accompanied by an enchanting song & video!
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love this K! ❤️
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I’m so glad. Brevity brings out my best. Maybe that’s why I cook and clean only briefly. 😂
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hahahah good idea. mee too.. ha🤣
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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 didn’t go over. It’s always a treat to be here, to read you, and to write with you. Happy weekend, K. 💜
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