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 This Morning 


sun rises in my heart – starts flowing
bubbling over speechless lips
roots growing downward
elongating spine
 
innocence is wiggling in my curious toes
cup with gold is slowly swelling
safely hiding in big belly
fleeing nowhere
 
lightness of being
how wondrous
gliding
free

Karina Epperlein, June 2025

My Clematis at the front door keeps showing off 
blooming four and five petalled like night stars.


Comments

Summer said…
Such an inspiration!
June 9, 2025 at 8:45 AM
Karina said…
My brother Matthias in Germany writes:

Danke für dein Gedicht zu deiner Clematis Liebe Karina
Thank you for your poem for your Clematis, dear Karina.

And he attaches a still of a Clematis blossom from his garden, same beautiful purple color nestled in lush green foliage. Carefully i count the petals, six. Like people they are all different, unique, in shape, color, size, and energy :)
June 9, 2025 at 1:39 PM
Fern said…
Simply Sublime!
June 13, 2025 at 1:46 PM
Ken said…
So lovely! This struck me as a "T'ai Chi poem".
June 13, 2025 at 3:51 PM
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