They Can’t Kill us All
Wisdom from the plant kingdom.
In the darkness that would
rob us of our future,
hearts become pens,
scribbling stories in blood.
Plowing through danger after danger,
our strong roots burrow deeper
with each deadly blow. Instead of dying,
we morph into a forest of mighty oaks,
victorious in our resistance,
ebullient in our resilience.
Poetry Salvage
Use these ten words to write a poem. Or prose if you prefer.
- resilience
- strong
- root
- oak
- danger
- pen
- plow
- future
- darkness
- ebullient
This poem was inspired by Marilyn Flower’s IdeaStream, Honoring Resilience:
Marilyn Flower writes political humor and satire to delight socially and spiritually conscious folks. She’s a regular columnist for the prison newsletter, Freedom Anywhere, where she writes about faith and prayer. Five of her short plays have been produced in San Francisco. Clowning and improvisation strengthen her resolve during these crazy times.
