Between Creation and Collapse

 Between Creation and Collapse


How she came to be
is something of a mystery
that she grew to love
in a winter garden
is a wonder of the world

Her spirit pruned
cut off at the roots
yet like a weed
she pushed her way
upward through the broken
concrete of her dreams

Flowering at last under
the cloudy skies of the past
possessing the fierceness
of feral growing things

loving the sun
but not hating the rain
I picture her with flowers
entwined in her hair
as she carries a garden
tucked safely in her arms

The reality quite possibly
much less romantic
but far more endearing
holding a small child's need
with a bird's nest for hair
a vignette of life in the morning sun

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  1. BeckyNovember 15, 2025 at 1:43 PM

    Hey, wait... I haven't visited your blog in a while (sorry), and when I read this it sounded familiar...

    This you?
    https://poetrycircle.com/forum/threads/between-creation-and-collapse.135623/#post-1096727

    Your secret is safe with me :) Welcome back.

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