Jim Milks

Rookie - 0 Points (2/7/1966 / Boston)

A Flower Grows - Poem by Jim Milks

Over there in the dark and dreary alley
Where no one ever goes, a flower grows.
Pushing up through a crack, pushing with all its might
Striving upward to reach the light

A flower, like love, is a delicate thing
That needs tenderness and care to thrive.
However, there it is alone and somehow it survives
All through the winter and into the spring

Its leaves unpeeled, its petals reveled
In the sunlight it lives, the moonlight it dies
The warmth of the sun returns and again it tries


Comments about A Flower Grows by Jim Milks

  • Rookie - 258 Points Kesav Easwaran (7/2/2008 9:09:00 PM)

    a good imagery here...in life alternate passions fall and rise...good work, jim...congrats (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 30, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 2, 2011


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