After rain, ideas sown
In drought assemble
And sprout under light.
The past is perfected
In darkness, in night.
Even our words,
So deeply rooted
In the past, are
Refitted for the
Now is simply a
More, ideas we've
Never had before.
"ideas sown In drought assembleReplyDelete
And sprout under light."
I like this so much. I've always liked how fresh and vivid the world looks after a good rain.
Elizabeth (above) extracted the exact words that I love. Wonderful poem!ReplyDelete
Your garden looks fresh and new, green and bright.ReplyDelete
I also love "Now is simply a / Suture, aligning/Language into / More" - had to think about it a while, then "saw" it. Interesting, because for the last decades certain people emphasize so much the "now" - I love the now too, but think it could be a bit short-sighted to live only in the "now".ReplyDelete
Nice way to describe the beauty sprouting in splendor in your spring garden. We still have snow and the ground is frozen. It will be a while before our ideas sown in drought assemble and sprout.ReplyDelete
Enjoy your new sign of Spring and have a great weekend.
Blooms give evidence of the beautiful ideas that have been sown. The freshness of the world after a rain isReplyDelete
a particular exquisiteness. Together they offer a bundle of hope.
I think we too, like the plants, sometimes need a gentle rain to replenish what life has gently drained away.ReplyDelete
Your garden is beautiful