Laura Breidenthal Poet Free verse

Flower Locus Living

Your life is poetry— 
whether words make it 
on a page, a screen, an ear, 
 
whether messages 
or moments 
meet the light of dawn, 
parturition processed 
sourced from the dusk 
of fears and hopes. 
 
You are ebbs 
you are flows— 
you are metaphors 
blooming till they grow feeble 
crinkling into fallen flowers, 
meeting millipedes 
meeting mess— 
to grow again 
anew—stalks sturdy— 
hope an approaching fire 
Flower, 
Locus, 
Living.

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Stephan McBride April 1, 2024 at 5:25 PM This is beautiful my friend, May, God bless, comfort, guide and fill you with His peace, love, spirit and joy in abundance Laura Breidenthal January 20, 2025 at 1:50 PM Thanks so much for reading. <3 Laura

Duke Beaufort March 2, 2024 at 8:53 AM Laura, it's a very kind way to look at others. The title is a perfect reflection of our lives.

Daniel Henry Rodgers February 25, 2024 at 5:18 PM Dear Laura, Your words perfectly capture the creative birthing process, where emotions from dusk blossom into poetry on the "page, screen, or ear." The imagery of the flower's ebb and flow, from blooming vibrancy to wilting and eventual rebirth, resonates deeply. The concluding lines, "Flower, Locus, Living," leave a lasting impression, emphasizing the continuous cycle of life, hope, and renewal. Such a poignant and evocative poem. - Blessings, Daniel Laura Breidenthal February 25, 2024 at 6:24 PM Really appreciate your thoughts on my poem, Daniel. Thank you! ~Laura