"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
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.
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Thank heaven for a kind adult in a sad child's life. I feel that strength in her rising. Wonderful, Grace.
ReplyDeleteGiven a chance, many can sure bounce back
ReplyDeleteThis is awesome, Grace! "A storm in her is rising." That is pure hope and positive energy, to me.
ReplyDeleteThere is a right time to lean back into the light for direction. Greetings.
ReplyDeleteYES. We all have a storm in us, just waiting. I love this rising of hers.
ReplyDeleteThe storm as a strong and positive works well here...even with the shadows.
ReplyDeleteI hope her storm has a peaceful ending.
ReplyDeleteThe storm rising - may she harness that power well.
ReplyDeleteMarvelous rising strength in these words - very powerful and victorious mood!
ReplyDeleteExactly how a storm brews! Written well, and deeply hearted... if that makes sense.
ReplyDeleteThose last four short sentences are just right, building power and momentum. Excellent!
ReplyDeleteVery accurate. I am glad these children can survive, thrive and storm.
ReplyDeleteI like the storm as power and strength. Sometimes we need to storm.
ReplyDeleteNice idea of bouncing back like a storm.
ReplyDeleteA gem of a poem and great closing line
ReplyDeleteSlight ambiguity about that storm - whether it's a good or a bad one. Not surprising, given the circumstances.
ReplyDeleteA storm within her... Yes.
ReplyDeleteI love the form of the poem and the story, Grace, and I cheered at the last line!
ReplyDeleteI love the hope in this poem Grace. And I love the form.
ReplyDeleteLove this, maybe a child like that don't need much, but I love that she's alive again.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful description of the power of love.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautifully poignant close on this!❤️
ReplyDeleteWhat 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.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful description of the dormant power within every individual waiting to unfold. May it all be positive.
ReplyDeleteVery strong piece! Storm in her is rising. I want to know more :-)
ReplyDeleteI can relate - Mr. Land (my music teacher)
ReplyDeleteThe 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,
ReplyDeleteThe 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
ReplyDeletePowerful and moving - a lovely and important little piece.
ReplyDeleteStorm as life force in a neglected child---a hopeful story.
ReplyDelete"Nursing broken butterfly wings"... such a beautiful phrase. With the right foster parents, let it be so. Storm rising...life force renewing. Beautifully writ.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that a kindly foster parent was there to guide her way.
ReplyDeleteI love that kind of storm...!
ReplyDeleteSad...yet hopeful.
ReplyDeleteFantastic poem about love and strong reforming!
ReplyDeleteListened to bruised heart,
ReplyDeletenursing broken butterfly wings
There are good souls who are willing to hear out!
Hank
ooooooooh. this is soooo beautiful. so hopeful. empowering
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