Those tiny flowers peeping through the wooden slats of the gate remind me of ragworts and Anne Stevenson’s beautiful poem…
Ragworts
They won’t let railways alone, those yellow flowers.
They are that remorseless joy of deteliction
darkest banks exhale like vivid breath
as bricks divide to let them root between.
How every falling place concots their smile,
taking what’s left and making a song of it.
Anne Stevenson (b. 1933)
Posted for the Mundane Monday Challenge.
A lovely photograph and a very beautiful poem by Anne Stevenson.
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Thank you, Millie ☺
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Both the photograph and the choice of the accompanying poem are wonderful. Beautiful.
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Thank you so much! It is a simple and powerful poem. I came across this one many years ago and the tenacity of the little flowers remind me of it whenever I pass them by.
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That is an amazing pattern and contrast you have found right there. Great capture for MMC
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Thank you 🙂 Learning from your guidelines on how to find interesting patterns.
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Ahhhh beauty in simple things…👌👌👌👌😊
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True, Neethu! It is the little things that cheer and uplift ☺
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Beautiful
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Thank you, Nisthur! ☺
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😊😊😊
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