Not all arrivals shout their name—
Some bloom unnoticed, slight and brief:
A blade of grass, a yellow flame,
A trembling bud, a newborn leaf.
But lean in close, and you will find
A quiet brilliance taking place—
Spring writes its wonders, line by line,
In every overlooked space.
Thank-you for reading.
Brnda Marie
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Brenda Marie Fluharty is a Spiritual Life Coach, dream interpreter, a past-life therapist, and author. Brenda is a Reiki Grand Master and energy healer. She has studied several Spiritual practices. Brenda loves to share her knowledge, wisdom, and life experiences through her writing. She is the author of several dream journals and "Rise Above: a Seven Day Journey to Overcoming Self- Sabotage".
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Fabulous poetry, Brenda!
Thank-you, Tim
My pleasure, Brenda. 😍
This is lovely, Brenda—especially how you turn “not shouting” into its own kind of power. The shift from “blade of grass” to “quiet brilliance” feels like leaning in closer with the reader, and that final line (“every overlooked space”) lands like a small, deliberate gift. Beautifully observed and gently profound.🌷🤝
Thank you so much, Srikanth for this—your reading of it means a lot to me. I love how you phrased “leaning in closer,” because that’s exactly the feeling I was hoping to create. There’s something about quietness that asks for a different kind of attention, and I’m glad that came through for you.
Your note about “not shouting” really resonated with me too. I’ve been thinking a lot about how presence doesn’t always have to announce itself to be felt, and you captured that idea beautifully.
I’m especially grateful that the final line stayed with you—that feels like the best kind of connection a piece can make. Thank you again for taking the time to share such a thoughtful response.