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Sinome
You are making it very difficult for me to kill the weeds trying to grow out of the cracks in my driveway...
posted by
Nautikos
on November 13, 2008 at 4:44 PM
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I'm in awe of your metaphors and the way you deliver warmth and love in your work.
posted by
Smittenheimer
on November 13, 2008 at 10:31 AM
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Life's struggle we often fail to see
Its a beauty! To discern a simple vegetative life's struggle in today's complex world of conflicts is only possible to the eyes of a poet - its like appreciating a world in a grain of sand - Rotsen
posted by
Rotsen
on November 13, 2008 at 2:16 AM
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Only the strong survive
posted by
skye08
on November 12, 2008 at 9:37 PM
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Sinome, those plants that struggle and fight their way through old concrete
drives or sidewalks are amazingly hardy...indeed, we need that same hardiness to face some of what life throws at us...
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posted by
Rumor
on November 12, 2008 at 2:40 PM
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The plant sends a message of survival amidst great adversity. There is no choice there!
posted by
Soul_Builder101
on November 12, 2008 at 1:23 PM
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Sinome
Beth Nielsen Chapman has a wonderful song, "Life Holds On" that I've always loved and this reminds me very much of it....I'm copying the lyrics below...your write is beautiful and inspirational.
I was swinging on the swings when I was a little girl
Trying to get a handle on the big, wide world
When I noticed all the grass in the cracks in the concrete
I said, "Where there's a will, there's a way around anything"
CHORUS:
Life holds on
Given the slightest chance
For the weak and the strong
Life holds on
There was a third grade boy that we knew in school
He was found face down in a swimming pool
And as they worked on that kid every minute was an hour
And when his eyes fluttered open we could feel that power
CHORUS
Sirens screaming down my street
Fading as they go
Whining somewhere far away
To someone I don't know
Still, I say a little prayer
There's always hope
Life holds on
Through the window in the kitchen I can see outside
My kids taking turns coming down the slide
I try not to worry as they grow a little every day
I've just got believe they're gonna find their way
CHORUS
posted by
Krisles
on November 12, 2008 at 9:02 AM
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So many small tender things in life if we are receptive. Excellent Marta.
posted by
merkie
on November 12, 2008 at 8:47 AM
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Sinome
Like that tender plant or that single blade of grass pushing its way through concrete, we humans, resilient and persistent by nature, can blossom and emerge in spite of the challenges we face. Life… is for the taking. I enjoyed your “message” in this piece.
posted by
Troosha
on November 12, 2008 at 6:46 AM
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My dear Sinome
this is absolutely adorable! I liken it to life itself - we also waver and struggle in our growth but always get there in the end to stand tall in our own right; excellent my friend; many blessings and thanks
posted by
mariaki
on November 12, 2008 at 6:32 AM
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