be the flower
growing in dry spaces,
roots dug deep
sun, rain and spring
will bring blooms, one day
Copyright 2018 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Happy Poetry Friday tomorrow and thanks to Michelle Kogan for hosting.
Happy Summer Solstice! Summer is helping me not be discouraged by setbacks, fear and impatience. I’m letting my deep roots hold me firm. May you find magic between a rock and a hard place, a foothold for blooming and your inner resilience, too.
52 thoughts on “Message from a Rock Wall”
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Friendly Fairy Tales 
Sweet words and a lovely metaphor.
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Thank you.
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The beginning of the poem is wonderful.
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Thanks.
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Reblogging to sister site “Timeless Wisdoms”
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Such a beautiful photograph and poem. I think we all need these deep roots right now! Thank you!
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Thanks for reading. x
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So Excellently Sweet! 😎🥀
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Thanks, Dorna.
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Gorgeous poem and photo, Brenda. We have a front-garden carpet of purple phlox in the spring — my favorite floral event of the year.
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Love when the phlox blooms. 🙂
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Be the flower! Love that. We all need to be the flower in each other’s windows.
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I agree, Margaret. We all need to hold together for each other.
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That day is here, and it’s gorgeous!
Just want you to know that I have done a new Sath post. He is as amazing as ever!
https://graffitiluxandmurals.com/2018/06/22/sath-visual-communicator/
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Sending armfuls of flowers to raise your spirits up my dear friend Brenda, and thoughts for your eyes to soon recover. A lovely poem you’ve penned to share with us, and flowers too, xox!
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Thanks for hosting, Michelle. And thanks for the flowers! xoxo
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I’m sorry you are still struggling with your eye difficulties. Thank goodness your roots are snug and strong.
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Yes, I am quite lucky. Thank you!
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What a gorgeous photo. Thanks for the spot of hope this week, Brenda.
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I’ve been speechless with tearful horror and bad memories for most of it. But hope is the best medicine.
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It’s good to rock without rolling! This post an inspiration for me!
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
LOVE THE POEM, PICTURE AND FINAL COMMENTARY! ME KNOWS ABOUT THE ROCK AND HARD PLACES—WORSE WHEN THEY BEGIN MOVING CLOSER TOGETHER! BENEATH THE ROCKS IS SOIL—MAY YOUR ROOTS REACH IT AND HOLD ON TIGHT! (ME, ALSO, BRENDA!)
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I hope your roots hold tight, too, my friend.
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Thank you—mine are deep in this stone-filled New England soil
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Your poem offers up hope in a rocky time. May we all grow deep roots to be able to bloom in difficult places.
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I hope so, Kay, I surely do. 🙂
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Wishing you a foothold for blooming at this fulsome solstice moment, Brenda. Tears indeed.
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Thanks, Heidi. Fingers crossed that I won’t need surgery.
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yes. and thank you for your wishes –
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My eye infection just will not go away. It’s starting to look like eye surgery will be required. 😦
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oh, no, i’m sorry to hear that –
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Love this poem. In the midst of all that’s happening around us, may we all be the flowers. Thank you for sharing.
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It’s lovely to have other poets get me. 🙂 And yes, may we continue to be the flowers.
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Happy Summer, Brenda! “sun, rain and spring” is just the prescription for us all. Such a week!
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The world has gone mad, it feels like. The rain is more like tears. But spring will come, and eventually the courts will act.
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I am hopeful!
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The dry area in need of bloom is where I’m at this week, Brenda. Appreciations for this validation. The photo is a beautiful blue drink of wonder.
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I love the way you lace words together, Jan. XOXO
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Beautiful and happy solstice to you.
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And to you!
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Thank you for your solstice wish for us all.
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Have a wonderful summer!
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You, too.
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This is such a great title and message. Also, I love creeping phlox–nice picture!
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Thanks, Molly.
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Love this one 🙂 Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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What a lovely metaphor! And happy summer solstice! I completely forgot that it was today
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Can’t believe it’s midsummer, frankly. But the calendar is without mercy.
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I love this….sometimes, this flower feels wilted. What a week. But, thank goodness for the flowers, especially here.
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I feel a bit wilted tonight, too. 🙂
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