Through an Opening

Room to Grow
Those rocks weren’t strong enough to close the hole.
Light kept helping plants not go astray.
Hope refocusing renews its goal
Pursuing evermore without delay.
Arise and praise. Celebrate and stay.
Though nighttime blindness closes sleepy eyes
Truth lifts morning with a fresh surprise.

Linked to the Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the prompt “Through an Opening”.

Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. There has been nothing special or unexpected this past considering all of the news of the virus. That there is no new reason to fear is my reason to smile.

Linked to dVerse Quadrille where De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting with the word “close”.

The poem is a Chaucerian stanza. I will be featuring seven-line poems this Thursday on dVerse Poets Pub for Meeting the Bar. The only constraint is that they have seven lines. They don’t have to be Chaucerian stanzas.

Looking Through

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

86 thoughts on “Through an Opening”

  1. Your poem distiles hopes in difficult times. And I specially loved that picture focusing on the those small plants, managing their lives in the small gap left by the heavy stones.
    Take care of you and yours and stay well!

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    1. I don’t remember what my original intent was since I wrote this some days ago, but I think it does. That would be a good interpretation of it. Thank you, Chelsea!


  2. It’s amazing what you can find to photograph in the most unusual places, Frank. You really are getting ahead on the seven-line poem, I’m going to give it a go tomorrow, when ‘truth lifts morning with a fresh surprise’.

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  3. I assume the ababbcc rhyme scheme will be part of the form? Again kudos for writing to 3 sites at once. Your last couplet is killer.

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  4. Tiny plants and weeds don’t let anything stop them. To me that is optimism! And these days I’m clinging to whatever good and positive thoughts that I can…your poem helped. Thanks, Frank.

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  5. Wow, Frank, such beauty and hope in your photo and words and then I learn it is a Chaucerian stanza. Blown away and very appreciative. Thank you for sharing this.

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  6. Many years ago I had seen a low crawling plant that you could plant between flagstone tiles or wherever. I have weeded and replaced the marble stones between the flagstone over and over, year after year, thinking how wonderful it would be to grow something there.

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  7. OK, I wrote for today’s prompt, grinding out four Chaucerian stanzas. I started dreaming of them last night.

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  8. I am a rock person. I love trees but their personality is much more outgoing than rocks. I like rock’s quietness and stillness and staying power. And I love the hope and beauty of your poem.

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