Monday, June 5, 2017

Rising



A child lost, without roots.   Her words were rebellion.  She never smelled flowers.    
Until a kind foster mother came along.   Listened to bruised heart, nursing broken butterfly wings.   

There's a time to bounce back.   Harness energy.  Light, shadows, darkness.   
Storm in her is rising.       




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.   This is a 44 word post with the word, STORM.  Thanks for the visit.     

37 comments:

  1. Thank heaven for a kind adult in a sad child's life. I feel that strength in her rising. Wonderful, Grace.

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  2. Given a chance, many can sure bounce back

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  3. This is awesome, Grace! "A storm in her is rising." That is pure hope and positive energy, to me.

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  4. There is a right time to lean back into the light for direction. Greetings.

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  5. YES. We all have a storm in us, just waiting. I love this rising of hers.

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  6. The storm as a strong and positive works well here...even with the shadows.

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  7. I hope her storm has a peaceful ending.

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  8. The storm rising - may she harness that power well.

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  9. Marvelous rising strength in these words - very powerful and victorious mood!

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  10. Exactly how a storm brews! Written well, and deeply hearted... if that makes sense.

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  11. Those last four short sentences are just right, building power and momentum. Excellent!

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  12. Very accurate. I am glad these children can survive, thrive and storm.

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  13. I like the storm as power and strength. Sometimes we need to storm.

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  14. Nice idea of bouncing back like a storm.

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  15. A gem of a poem and great closing line

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  16. Slight ambiguity about that storm - whether it's a good or a bad one. Not surprising, given the circumstances.

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  17. I love the form of the poem and the story, Grace, and I cheered at the last line!

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  18. I love the hope in this poem Grace. And I love the form.

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  19. Love this, maybe a child like that don't need much, but I love that she's alive again.

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  20. Beautiful description of the power of love.

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  21. Such a beautifully poignant close on this!❤️

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  22. What is lost will be/can be found--a lovely, hopeful quadrille, romantic & insightful. I was a step-parent who has hung in there for 25 years, & the dividends are priceless.

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  23. A beautiful description of the dormant power within every individual waiting to unfold. May it all be positive.

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  24. Very strong piece! Storm in her is rising. I want to know more :-)

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  25. I can relate - Mr. Land (my music teacher)

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  26. The thought of children like these just pains me. You can see how a kind foster or adoptive parent can make such a difference, equiping them to rise. Touching poem, Grace,

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  27. The storms of life are raging. We can all be like lost children in the midst of this world. Then the storm surges and picks up again

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  28. Powerful and moving - a lovely and important little piece.

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  29. Storm as life force in a neglected child---a hopeful story.

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  30. "Nursing broken butterfly wings"... such a beautiful phrase. With the right foster parents, let it be so. Storm rising...life force renewing. Beautifully writ.

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  31. I'm glad that a kindly foster parent was there to guide her way.

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  32. Fantastic poem about love and strong reforming!

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  33. Listened to bruised heart,
    nursing broken butterfly wings

    There are good souls who are willing to hear out!

    Hank

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  34. ooooooooh. this is soooo beautiful. so hopeful. empowering

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