Tuesday, March 10, 2015

March 10 - A Single Blade Of Grass


The single blade,
that one single blade.
The one that shines incandescent in the morning
and is trampled and beaten in the eve.
It's like a single soldier among the army,
shining like a little star.
It waves in the wind of feet rushing past,
or in the blink of an eye is gone.
It's gone because it was picked.
Or blown,
or eaten,
or stepped on.
Ah!
Here it is again!
It sprang back up!
Or grew anew!
And here is it's friend,
another.
They're just alike,
really.
Both green,
both proud,
both happy,
both strong.
They're quite happy,
actually.
Are you?
They're that one little thing
that can set the world ablaze.
A
Single
Blade
Of
Grass.

2 comments:

  1. Wonderful poem, Selah. I loved how you took something so simple and small, and made it larger than life.

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  2. Lovely small thing and you made it big. Beautifully crafted, Selah!

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