The man stooped for a closer look.
There, in the crack of the sidewalk,
a lone blue wildflower struggled
toward the sunlight.

The man reached into his pocket.
retrieved his handy pocket knife,
and ever so gently freed the flower
from its strangling prison.

The man carefully wrapped his
blue gem in dampened paper
and carried it to its new home.

The treasure was planted by his back steps
where it flourished and multiplied
and cheerfully greeted the gentle man each spring.


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there are so many things in life that trap or bound us; bad relationships, our own demons and sometimes carrying the burdens of other et al) sometimes we do not have the power to free ourselves and someone is sent to set us free and it is from that point we have a new beginning to flourish and grow.

LB, what I have admired about your works over the years is the gentle way you bring messages and life lessons into your work. As of late your works have been more profound and that is the growth that I am seeing with your latest pieces. When I look back at some of your earlier works and compare them to now I can see the work, the effort and the time that you have put in to raise the bar so to speak iwthin yourself. It is a joy to watch you grow and emerge into the great writer that I am seeing today.

Another poem with a life lesson in it.....Very Well Written.....

J,
After I made a comment on WD something jumped into my thoughts.
I was working on a job that was at one time a nursery. I brought home
a lot of plants and one was a small blue flower. I planted it by a redbud
tree by the back porch; it came up each spring for a long time, then it stopped.

How’s that for weird!!

Jack

Thank you, Rico, for your continuing support over the years. I am so pleased that you have noticed a difference in my writing from "back then" to "now". I am glad that some growth has been noted. I guess our life experiences help with that, too. ~~lb~~

Jack, oh my! that IS "weird"! But I tell ya' what...for the past month or so, I have had a series of (pleasantly) weird episodes occur. Your remembering that is yet another. Hmmm...I'm just enjoying it all and allowing myself to "go with the flow", as they used to say "back in my day"! haha Thanks for responding on both sites. Much appreciated. J.

There are romantic stories and there are love stories -- few are both.

"In due time" is a hard phrase to hope on, but they are sweet words to reflect on for the flower that has found its garden.

Enjoy every moment (as I'm sure you will)!

J.

Jeremiah~~thank you for looking up "The Gentle Man". Actually this is a true story, told offhandedly by the Gentle Man himself. Little did he realize how much of himself he revealed. He thought of it as just an "ordinary, everyday incident"...and that fact alone shows how special he is.

Little did I realize that I revealed much of myself in the writing. It was done subconsciously, totally unintentionally...yet there it was in black & white and everyone else saw what I had totally missed.

If none of that makes sense...I'm overtired & in love~~that's my excuse!

Thanks again for reading this one. I plan on entering it into a small country fair writing contest this summer. I'll have to let everyone know how it fairs (no pun intended!)

~~lb~~

Oops! The Queen of spelling corrections herself hath goofed! Make that "fares", not "fairs"!

~~lb~~