Somewhere,
between the hairline cracks
of powdered concrete and discarded wrappings,
the smallest daisy
pushes up to the sun.
Nothing grand,
or spectacular,
Just believing,
it can be done.
The soft morning dew will come.
and there is still a place,
for flowers.
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Elizabeth,
I like this one. Short – Verse Libre – Single Idea (on the face of it, but many layers beneath).
My sort of thing.
Howard
For some reason,(probably very deep-seated,but who knows?) the aphorism (though I no longer recollect its authorial progenitor ) ” brevity is the handmaiden to understanding”, seems to be an apt comment.
concise precise and motivating