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THE FLOWER

Bustling city, busy streets,
Empty days filled by hollow release.
My downtrodden spirit lingers,
Watching others passing ideally by.
People trampled into restaurants,
 And shops.
Oblivious to the world around me,
Alone I happened to walk.
It just happened right after a spring rain,
In cracked pavement below my feet.
Something amazing caught attentions gaze,
Miracles smallest wonder stood before me.
Kneeling amazed life flourished,
 Amongst callous,
Stretching towards the sky petals,
 Reached out.
An insignificant flower grew wild,
Pausing it touched an inner emotion.
A heart beating realization if ignored,
We are not very different.
Days later upon returning it had vanished
Without a trace.
But solitudes companion has it's reward,
While it lived it brought pleasure,
To thus myself and the lonely eye.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

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  1. Date: 3/18/2013 9:14:00 PM

    the most beautiful poem I've read here on the soup. Sandyivy

  1. Date: 3/6/2013 10:12:00 PM

    Very, very good. I love when nature is recognized as insignificant and placed on a pedestal for all to see. I have a similar one titled, "Life Among The Cracks". I also have one with the title "The Flower". It has a different message though. I hope you'll give them a read as you're spending time here. And again, let me commend you on a very good write. Rockman

  1. Date: 3/6/2013 3:38:00 PM

    Cherl, love your take on the flower... alone is a feeling i think we all have walked. love the blooming after the rain. a flower through your eyes, is all one can compel and dwell on. you gave solitude a nice and lovely image... always~ LINDA

  1. Date: 3/6/2013 3:24:00 PM

    I have seen that flower! Beautiful poem.

  1. Date: 3/6/2013 3:22:00 PM

    ‡ As I Gaze Into The Mirror I Find A Solitary Flower, Choking As To Breathe Within This Polluted Poisoned Place, Sweet Beautiful Cheryl! ˜ I Wonder If Her Flower Felt The Same Way ? Being A Sojourner Coming Unto A Foreign Land And Why We Weep, While Our Spirits Peer Into The Celestial Skies ˜ Wonderful Pleasing Stroll In Poe This Lazy Hazy Sunshine Day ˜ My Love, Always, Rachel *