Comfortable in the dark waste
of twisted roots,
life broke the hardpan
forcing me to surface.
The morning light blinded,
a deafening sound of birds.
What to do in this madhouse
of awakening?
No return to the labyrinth,
no way down through the asphalt.
Nothing left but plum tree blossoms,
and the sounds of children.
Perhaps I’ve gone mad,
beyond all reason,
yet I open like dirt
to break out with flowers
trembling in spring glory.
photograph by Dennis Brown
Reading of “Trembling in Spring Glory” with music by Seu Jorge.
I embrace it!
Lovely ! Welcome to 5D.
An exemplary instance of what I see as the co-extensiveness of the poet and the physical world. You give voice to that which remains silent to most of us. In so doing, you define and refine your own. You also underscore the fragility and strength of both. Bravo.
Dear Flowering Tree,
Welcome to Spring! May you find joy in the glorious singing of birds and delight in welcoming them to nest in your branches!
With this wise narrative, the now-wizened tree trunk, once beholden to the rampant urban spawl now deigning to preserve it, depicts the journey about to unfold for its kindred brood of sanguine saplings, now peering up into the flowering Spring. “Let Mother Earth provide the seeds of Life for your inevitable service to Her. Then You will flourish”.
Thanks Don for this Poem which speaks of the compelling nature of life to come forth and “show up.”
To break out with the flowers of our talents and true essences that are unique to each person. No doubt a few weeds are thriving as well. That’s OK too. LOL
Spring is such a good reminder.
Don, very imaginative presentation of the experience from the flower’s perspective. Thank you.
Don — Thank you for this beautiful, intimate poem! I was wondering the other day why I was so happy as Springtime is starting to emerge. I thought it was getting back to golf again. But after I listened to you recite your poem, I decided that I too am “trembling in Spring Glory” in a much deeper way.
Sublime and enchanting, the spell is dispelled, beyond all madness, trembling within the body of the sun, breaking forth into laughter and joy, all the trees of the fields now clap their hands in wonder.
An expulsion of color, textures, insects, excite, delight and make us curious. The glorious spectacle takes our breathe away in wonderment! It reminds us of the glory of life and our conscious participation in the beauty! Your poem touches my heart……thank you!
Dennis Brown’s photo opens my Heart to your poem, Don. Thanks for all you are and do, my Brother… LU Snowy❤️