RENEWAL
Bitter-sweet deep
rancid the flower weeps
strangled by sleep.
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Beneath brown earth
thick with snails
she awaits birth
as the wind wails.
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The snows fall
and Spring fails
as a grey wall.
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Roots search in vain
where worms squirm
drowned by rain
sun turns earth firm.
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On into the light
pushes the shoot
crowned flower white.
(c) Sarah Potter, 2012
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This poem is my contribution to the Buddha Rocks project for March.
To find out more about this inspiring multimedia project, visit Evelyn at http://fillingahole.wordpress.com and photographer Eric Alder at buddharocks.deviantart
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Sarah Potter Writes 
From my office window I am watching tulips stretching their necks in search of the sun, and your poem resonates with me. Thank you for sharing it.
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Ah, tulips! Those are my favourite flowers of all – especially plump pink ones:-) I only told my husband today I was suffering from tulip deprivation, as we don’t have any of them in our garden.
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Just for a spring celebration present, you should buy yourself a little pot of tulips, and then replant in your garden when they have finished blooming.
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Sounds like an excellent idea:-)
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I tagged you if you would like to play. See my lastest post at
randomreasoning.net
Karen
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Thanks for tagging me. And, yes, I will play, if I don’t muck things up by leaving it for a few days. I’m meant to be revising my novel but keep finding good excuses to avoid what needs doing.
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All that from a single picture… I guess a picture truly is worth a thousand words. (More or less – LOL!)
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