comfort and joy (another go at this)
By Di_Hard
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beside a garage the magnolia grew
in grace, still-dance of slender curves, smooth
grey stem arcs, loose laced, spacing light. Buds slept -
tight wrapped pledges, knowledge seasoned
over twenty million years
to make drifts of hand-wide flowers floating pink
fragrant flames in Spring, then leaves unfurl, spell
air for all near, unaware , to breathe, till
owners change and the way of knowing it’s
knife swift. Nature's lush push, sap supple trust
here sheared off to a tidy ugliness.
One twig on the pavement left, a stray
Hope taken home on a dark day, put
in a jar of water and, forgot
when Christmas morning
a bud
opens
glorious
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I liked it the first time
I liked it the first time around as well as this version. Is the last word different now? That first stanza, in particular, is beautiful. :)
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What was it previously? I can
What was it previously? I can't remember now. Glorious is a lovely ending. Perhaps, as has been said, you shouldn't change another word. :)
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Yes, I like both versions too
Yes, I like both versions too!
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Didn't the first version get
Didn't the first version get cherried? I thought it was!
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We all need some hope on days
We all need some hope on days like this - that's why this is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day!
Please share/retweet (and please don't change that word Di, it's perfect)
Picture Credit: https://tinyurl.com/tzqmtnr
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There's a kind of magic about
There's a kind of magic about your second version of this poem Di, especially in those lines:-
fragrant flames in Spring, then leaves unfurl, spell
air for all near, unaware,
The buds actually remind me of wands. You express the beauty of them, which is what makes your poem special.
Beautiful poem.
Jenny.
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