Even when it all is lost
And one must start again
Another birth and crumbs are tossed
And joy comes walking in.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Bjorn is hosting.
Photos: “Fern Looking Up”, above, and “Fern Looking Down”, below.
Even when it all is lost
And one must start again
Another birth and crumbs are tossed
And joy comes walking in.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Bjorn is hosting.
Photos: “Fern Looking Up”, above, and “Fern Looking Down”, below.
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Love when we can start again like that… a wonderful thing really
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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It’s interesting when we have to start again!!
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It can be a challenge and hopefully joy comes with it. Thank you!
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Splendid thought
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Thank you!
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There is something primeval about the new growth of ferns. Fits perfectly with the “Another birth” in the verse.
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That was an amazing fern in the botanic garden. It was raised in a bed which made it look taller than it was. I am glad I didn’t miss it. Thank you, Peter!
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The ferns… their patterns and their pattern of growth and regrowth… and your words. It all matches up perfectly, Frank!
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I am glad you liked them both. Thank you, Charley!
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You are welcome, Frank!
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What a wonderful poem Frank! The beinning again. The pics are gorgeous and a poem unto themselves.
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Thank you, Toni! I am glad you liked them.
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Wonderful poem Frank. I love ferns, but they don’t do well here in the desert…
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I can imagine the desert isn’t a good place for them. They are a beautiful group of plants. Thank you, Linda!
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They are. When I lived in Texas, they were easy to grow in all that humidity! 😊
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Great writing!
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Thank you, Jo!
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Nice stiff upper lip. Gorgeous photos!
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Thank you, Nan!
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I can attest to the truth of this – having lost it all a few more times than I care to admit.
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I’ve restarted many times. Looking back I’m grateful for all of it. Thank you!
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Puts me in mind of Kipling’s “If”…not as didactic, but equally apt. Fall down eight, Get up nine.
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It is like that. Thank you!
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I’m so glad Joy is back in your poem, after getting lost in the dark… Small ferns can grow into giant ferns one leaf at a time.
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As I see it joy should dominate over the dark if the deepest truth is told. Thank you!
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Great picture Frank.As Henry D. said Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves
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Good point about how being lost helps us understand ourselves. Thank you, Ben!
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The rebirth is such a fascinating event by mother nature ~ Love the photos Frank ~
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Thank you, Grace!
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Hope we all find that joy coming. A positive thought. 🙂
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May we all find it! Thank you!
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Love the photos….love the sentiment of the post! 🙂
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Thank you, Lillian!
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Yes, we should find joy in starting again!!! The trials are over for this one, if we didn’t “win,” this time, perhaps the winning is waiting for us. In the early days, I would paint until I knew no more, and I believed if I began again, I would be able to finish the work. I was wrong, I had to learn more.
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There’s always something to learn and the joy of starting again to learn it. Thank you, Annell!
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This poem reminds me of the season we call “leaf” shedding season ” (in crude translation) In which almost all trees shed their leaves (much like how winter works in some countries) and they look sad and lonely without their leave as if all hope is lost, but a few months later, they are once again filled with leaves, showing us the happiness of their existence. Wonderful poem!
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I’ve noticed that with evergreen trees and then the deciduous trees do lose their leaves in the winter here. There is joy when they start again. Thank you, Jay!
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You are welcome. It makes me think, it’s not about winter or any other season we have around the world, maybe it’s their inner cycle!
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Very nice, Frank. Very happy.
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I am glad you liked it. Thank you, Robbie!
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Joyful poem, Frank.
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Thank you, Sara!
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Love the hope in this short poem. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you, Linda!
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True, joy is always available.
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It is always available. Thank you, Pragalbha!
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You are very welcome Frank.
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Nice, every ending, a beginning.
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Every ending is a beginning. Good point. Thank you, Mary!
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It is never too late for a new beginnings and “joy comes walking in” is a great way to express it.
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Joy walking in confirms the goodness of the beginning. Thank you, Ali!
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I keep going back to the greens of your photos…a perfect reflection of the words. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe! I am glad you liked those greens. I was tempted to lighten up the photos, but then thought the originals were just right.
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They are.
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Those ferns are incredible, Frank; they remind me of the ones at Kew Gardens in London. I used to take my daughter there when she was little and admission was still free – like all the best things in life, when ‘joy comes walking in’.
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The Chicago Botanic Garden is free if one walks or bicycles there. It is part of a larger forest preserve. I like the shape of ferns. Thank you, Kim!
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Thank you for the light in this … after attending a funeral over the weekend.
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I am sorry for your loss. Best wishes, Colin!
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They are still unraveling mysteries. Thank you, Fred!
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Nature’s
Imagination
Us too.:)
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Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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‘Another birth’ instead of ‘rebirth’ gives it a whole new context. Great poem, as always…
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Thank you, Reena!
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so true… and so beautifully put…
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Thank you, Lyuba! I am glad you found it beautiful.
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❤️☺️ I live for this!
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Thank you, Janae!
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No, thank you for sharing!
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