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a city without flowers

brooding

My heart is quiet and dark; brooding like the clouds hanging in this morning’s sky. Just when I think I’ll start to write happy thoughts, which seem trite given happenings in my world and in the very lives of my friends and family, I’m reminded of what my voice has to say.


Injustice and sadness exist. That is a fact. 


But, you know what? It takes really dark skies to see the stars. Darkness will never overwhelm light. Light, however, always lights up the dark. That is also a fact; one that I cling to desperately.

There was a drought of beauty; all was devoid, stark and barren
Horizons held nothing to be desired, stripped and robbed of blossoms ripped and banned from the earth
Photos, prints piled and discarded
The only flowers remaining housed in vague memories
How had the town reached this conclusion?
Fragrance was absent
No sound of buzzing bees or gossamer dragons darting in the sky
Senses dulled and snuffed out to the miracles of existence
Hearts turned to concrete, steeled against soft petals to caress the cheek
A city awash in bland
Silent utterance, book of days, show your promise
Breathe seeds of expectation in empty places
A tiny shoot breaks the fallow bare, disturbing the ground with flowers


ray of sunshine flowers

There was a guy that my baby worked with in PDX that dubbed himself the “flower bomber.” He always had sunflower seeds in his pocket and would randomly drop them around in places wanting of life. 

It may seem like an altruistic, pie-in-the-sky, rose-colored glasses view, but that’s the type of person I want to be; a person not devoid of flowers and softness and care, one who brings seeds of expectation to empty places. Did you know it takes broken soil for a seed to grow?

Desperately flower bombing my world –

Missy


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