Vernon Witmer Poet Free verse

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Our Flowers

They move to the breeze 
Created by life’s movements,
Seeding nations, trusting 
The world’s touch.

We may hold our breath 
And say it was taken away
When it was only our words 
That disappeared.

They offer themselves up 
Like earth’s fingers 
Pointing to the stars,
Sun warming 
their drawing stems, 
Reflecting the innocence of god, 

Over and over hoping to be noticed 
For their lack of any casual mistake.
Pull them close and breathe, 
Collect them in glass, 
Protect them at last;

They are each a living mirror 
Reflecting our truth.

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Jennifer Fenn April 1, 2021 at 1:56 PM Yes, flowers are innocent creations of God and we need to take care of them! Great poem!

Sally Eslinger December 20, 2020 at 10:56 PM Vernon,I floated on the exquisite elegance of these lines, esp the flowers as fingers. I will hold that image forever. This is a true seeing into the soul of Mother Nature! A Fav for me. May God continue to bless your poetry! Merry Christmas, Vernon Witmer December 21, 2020 at 1:44 PM "...on to the truth of our beings becoming." reading your poems is like standing in a summer shower and seeing each of the raindrops as they pass. They sparkle with the wisdom of experience and they whisper, "look" "look" forever "look".

Quoth Theraven December 18, 2020 at 8:49 PM vernon, I like the colorful truth in this poem's pedals. -Richard Vernon Witmer December 19, 2020 at 1:04 PM thank you Richard, your portfolio has given me endless pleasure and is like reading an "Encyclopedia of Truth" when you write things like, "the world is yours" the inspiration is almost like the first drop of rain.