Spirit Rising

A fragile shoot surviving rain
Tender spirit grown strong through pain

Outlasting those who'd see her fall
She's rising up and standing tall

Never forgetful of her roots
Always protecting of her fruits

Through darkened day and storm wrought night
Striving to keep the sky in sight

She's pruning pieces with the knife
Rebuilds the garden of her life

Sunshine glows in dew drops shining
Buds in bloom and spirit rising

Now dancing dressed in verdant lace
Welcomes the sun upon her face.

D.S. Knight

Oh yes, DSK, very nice.

WW

Nice one, dsk. I like it.



NW

Great imagery! Loved it.

ww, nw, siren, thanks for reading and comenting. i appreciate it. i saw a flower i once new, looking much better after having been trampled pretty badly.
dsk

Such an idiosyncratic lyrics and idea.The core of the poem is in it's climax.It is really coherent.

This message has been edited. Last edited by: Mrs. Micawber,

beautiful as always d.s. knight especially:

Sunshine glows in dew drops shining
Buds in bloom and spirit rising

DSK~~this is my new favorite by you. Absolutely exquisite phrasing & choice of words. I especially love this:

"She's pruning pieces with the knife
Rebuilds the garden of her life"

Wonderful metaphor! Excellent poem! ~~lb~~

thank you LB, its funny you like that couplet i actually thought of removing it for a bit. it seemed perhaps harsh but i ended up leaving it because it was very true and necessary for her survival. i'm glad you were able to gleen the import and meaning..
dsk