This beautiful bleeding heart vine was a small single branch when I took it inside for the winter. Last summer it didn’t bloom, but I saved it anyway. I’m learning this about gardening; As long as you see green, don’t give up on a plant. I didn’t give up, but I also didn’t have much hope. And now look! Not only is it thriving, it’s blooming. The blossoms seem to be hiding shamefully under the big leaves.
Google told me the symbolism of the bleeding heart flower is compassion. I think about the simple compassion I gave to this plant. It wasn’t difficult. Compassion should not be hard to give to others. I think it should come naturally.
Write a small poem inspired by the bleeding heart flower. Where are you needing compassion? How is your heart bleeding today?
You Belong
You belong
among white flowers
where stillness
grows heartwings
holding you in compassion,
acceptance, and love.
Margaret Simon, draft
My poem today is prompted by Georgia Heard’s calendar “Where you belong” and is written in the Shadorma form (3, 5, 3, 3, 7, 5)
Write a small poem in the comments and give encouraging feedback to other writers.
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