Brian Strand Poet Blank verse

White Flowers of Beauty

Within the soul of my experience
Unconscious seeds of tomorrow's joy,
Awaiting the warmth of encouragement
Lay dormant,seeking inspiration's light;
Words,verbs,adjectives,aimless,without form,
Times,past,times present,amalgams of verse
Unshaped,until imagination's birth,
Bursts from the spring of my maturity.

Inspired by the words of RS Thomas'Poetry for Supper' see my blog today

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 3, 2010 at 7:20 AM Words do have a "bursting" quality all their own to the reader..bursting images into the mind ... your last line is very poignant and I luv your White Flowers of Beauty.. to paint a lovely picture this morning of more snow .. luv.. Linda-Marie.. onto blog now..

Doris Culverhouse March 3, 2010 at 5:45 AM very inspriing poem, yes maturity in writiing is the key. I am still striving.

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen March 3, 2010 at 5:04 AM Brian, I enjoyed this poem and your blog. (Which I xhall, now return to.) Smiles, Dane Ann

Deirdre Omaidin March 3, 2010 at 3:33 AM Wonderful words to greet us this morning Brian just like a burst of sunshine. Regards: Déirdre

Derrick Burton March 3, 2010 at 12:59 AM Deep poetry you have written here I had to read it twice. Also enjoyed the end as well. Have a great night>:)