Across The Flow
Across The Flow
Crosscut boards make a firm structure.
Moving against the flow is a reality found
inside lessons for the lost potential in hope.
That damage is a lack of willingness
to seek the next breath inside the unknown.
All can't be expected to be sugarcane stalks.
A dreamy fallacy for a leaning post
has no foundation nor persistence,
for daily the storm creates our laughter
wriggling inside the turgid stem's gradual
uplift, as the rain is our tears in lament.
Where would the bulb in the earth be
without the pouring rain to awaken its
blossom from a darkness within the earth.
Asking for nothing it unfolds quietly toward
the warmth and light within the day.
The bountiful bouquet's song and beauty
is to be grasped and held in our hands.
© RH Peat 2/22/2012 3: 30 pm
From 3 quatrains,4 mono-stitches,
& 1 couplet./ 18 lines.
Metaphor: we learn through adversity
poem by Ronald Peat
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