Claire V. Bogdanos

Acceptance,Knowledge,Love,New Chapter,Process,Wisdom,

ONE ROSE ( 1991 ) 2013/06/09

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One rose does not a garden make

One blow does not a spirit break,

One wall does not a boundary build

One  task marks not a craftsman skilled.

One tear cannot a river fill

Nor silence can a heartbeat still.

One hope that’s dashed against a wall

Can’t will a mind to halt or fall.

One plan that dies before its birth

Can’t cloud a life and all it’s worth.

 

One fear does not a coward curse

Nor anger sharpen speaker terse.

One wish does not a dreamer hail

One song creates no nightingale.

One thought that carries on its breath

One psalm to lift the pall of death

May gift to all of those that stay

Some glimpse of but another way.

Ideals are part of poet’s dreams

And linger long past use, it seems.

 

“ Farewell” need not make friendship bend

While death can’t force real love to end.

 

 

THE DAISY ( 1991 ) 2013/05/06

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Yellow eye in a crown of white

Boldly laughs as the day dawns bright.

Daisies wild in a garden grow

With petals soft as the drifted snow.

See how they bob in morning’s breeze

Nodding greetings to whom they please.

“ Hi there bee, have a busy day

Kindly be silent brash bluejay!”

 

A jolly bunch these daisies be

Who’d want for grander company?

The world might much improve itself

If man would seek a diff’rent wealth.

Among the blooms there’s never heard

A lying tongue or unkind word.

In all the fields where daisies breed

There’s always room for one more seed.

 

Somehow they thrive without complaint

Hardy species bright pictures paint

And gift mankind with brief respite

Indulge his rest with sheer delight.

Boundless joy mute blossoms shower

I’m sure God dwells in each flower.

I’d like to think that heaven’s plowed

With daisies glowing on each cloud.

 

THE PORTULACA (1991 ) 2013/02/14

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Shy portulaca folding its bloom

Creeping and low, not needing much room

Soft spreading in growth both humble and slow,

Blossoms arrayed in no arrogant show

Tender and gentle, such delicate shoots

Will suffer each storm retaining its roots.