Crannied Poems - Poems about Crannied

coronavirus - in self isolation a fragile flower...

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It’s just like an intellectuallist to tear creation from its little nest of stone, thinking only if it rests in his hand, if he can see all its white veins will he grasp its mysteries. Maybe this is why he knows Death so well, and God so little. Who, wanting a lover, seizes it out of life, and lays its corpse in a...

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Flower in the crannied wall, the seed and wind have brought about your karmic destiny, a tiny part of the larger all that somehow came to be. Humankind is like you, flower a tiny part of a larger all in the universal whole. Everybody has their hour and purpose to uphold. In your beauty little flower is the beauty of the world. Brick, stone or rock...

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I have built a brick wall courtyard to protect me, from the outside it is a barrier- a fortification; but inside there are crevices and fissure openings, and it is a beautiful and safe walled enclosure; for in life there are people like flowers or weeds. People come into my life and I accept them, but in time each...

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Oh, flower in this crannied wall, how did your roots prevail and sprawl from seed that landed in a crack- so shallow, small, in woods set back from warm sun rays, to grow in shade with vines about you- old and frayed? Your blossom glows a vibrant red; you stand out bright among the dread of tangled sprays and dried-out brush. Your velvet petals...

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FLOWER IN THE CRANNIED WALL I tower above the crumbling ruins Of a once majestic tower, Flag and pennant proudly proclaimed Pompous claim of pelf and power. Yet all the boast and bombast, In crumbling silence relates, Of transient tenebrous things, Of fickle times, of fickler fates! Filigreed fronds in gentle sway, Butterfly-hued my petals smile, Delicate poise, yet firmly gripped By roots who’ve...

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Nature is wondrous It is all around Everywhere we look It's beauty abounds Flowers are so pretty I think the same of weeds Weeds are flowers too Both grown from seeds Mother Nature doesn't need garden tools She is too wise for that She has a simple way That she has got off pat All the birds and bees Are kept busy every day Bees pollinating flowers Droppings from the...

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They cling, these city dwellers, to crannied city walls dusted with the exhaled indifference of a blindly passing world. Gasping in the fetid urban exhale longing for the touch of errant bee. Escapees of discarded flower pots surviving on sporadic a/c drips stretch to catch a glimpse of sunrise. Rooted in their dreams of being free. 2/18/2020...

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