They're growing in a window well where light is rarely seen. Live on, persist, be bright and green, or yellow hued for just a spell. They offer us some hope and tell us though pigheaded, willful, blind there's grace abounding, sure and kind. With thankful blessings everywhere repent, reform, reach up and there we'll leave our every tear behind.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the word “blind” is a rhyme word in the C lines of a décima with rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Happy Thanksgiving Frank! Your poem says a lot.
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Happy Thanksgiving, Mary!
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Happy Thanksgiving Frank.
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Happy Thanksgiving, Dan!
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Happy Thanksgiving, Frank! 😀
You were one of the first poetry bloggers I found on wordpress, and I am still loving your writing.
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I am glad you like these poems. Happy Thanksgiving, Jenna!
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Beautifully penned, Frank! Happy Thanksgiving.
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Happy Thanksgiving, Eugenia!
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What a beautiful poem!
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Thank you, Pragalbha!
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