Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Poetry

A Rose from the Concrete

A rose from between the concrete
grows, stilted, scraggy, worn.
Until the first hint of blossom
starts to open. Then the voices
going by, stop, smile, and sometimes laugh.
But are forever changed by a small 
red rose growing from the concrete.

Stephen Pray


2 comments:

  1. I am always amazed that even a dandelion can crack concret ~ & I love to see something flower in the cracks!

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  2. Sweet poem! Plants are tough! I have seen trees growing on the side of a building. It amazes me.We should be so tough!

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