#232 of 365 – “patch of green”

“patch of green”

 

I see breadcrumbs, feel light

and a bit of sweet rainfall

 

hear the faint hymns of freedom

scaling my wall

 

there’s food for the famished

a few prayers for the weak

 

and a small patch of green

in fields dusty and bleak

 

motherly skies chase

rough winds from her day

 

and make refuge

to keep the cruel darkness away

 

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Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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9 Responses to #232 of 365 – “patch of green”

  1. Starralee says:

    Oh wow-wonderful–I really, really, really loved “motherly skies” (I think you know why from my posts/comments).

  2. pi314chron says:

    “Patch of Green” is, for me, a patch of wonder! I’m a little shaky on understanding all the imagery, but I don’t understand MANY things in life that I still enjoy and appreciate. I love the throbbing rhythm, the persistence of hope in spite of a world that is often “dusty and bleak,” the effective use of rhyme, and most of all I love it because it was written by a lovely spirit and a personal friend. 🙂

    • Blackbird says:

      Oh…thank you Ron! Is it the “breadcrumbs?” If so, that’s like breadcrumbs to find my way home…or wherever… Anyway, you are a dear friend, and your comments always mean so much to me. 🙂

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