Pansy

Blooming pansies after frost in each landscapers bed.
Strength’s misnomer for the weak; though we’ve survived the dead.

Purple…& Lavender of McCarthy Era’s Scare.
We’ve always been & always were; nothing scary there.

Ghost Orchids & Lilies thrive inside of harsh extremes.
Each diminutive name is so rarely what it seems.

Accuracy just isn’t equal to conceptions.
Ignorant realities yield up cold receptions.

When seeing plants, or persons, as weak or delicate.
Deign to learn their story, labeled names aren’t predicate.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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