Tuesday, 18 March 2025
TRAVEL TUESDAY 488 - MILOS, GREECE
Sunday, 16 March 2025
RENEWAL
This poem of mine is part of the Poets and Storytellers United meme: “I do not think it means what you think it means”.
Renewal
Even if Winter’s cold will burn the blades of grass,
The roots beneath the soil abide their time,
Their sleeping juices waiting for the call of Spring.
Grief and black melancholy may overtake us,
But if the heart still beats strong, there’s hope
And life will ease the sorrow.
Even if flesh is cut and blood is lost,
The living force within the tissue swells,
It heals, it scars, regenerates the damaged parts.
The cheap betrayals, all the petty squabbles,
Will wash over a generous soul that still believes
In human goodness, kindness, love.
Even if leafless twigs look dead, covered in snow,
The swelling buds throng with green energy
And the promised flowers await the beckoning of longer days.
Separation, long silences, lost intimacies and misunderstandings
Will all evaporate, as the renewed bonds are forged,
Now stronger than before.