quiet blooms…

Quiet blooms
in the company of birdsong
the steady breathing of my partner
and all my cares
examined
and placed in their containers
some neat, others spilling forth
to catch at my attention.

In quiet I resist
those that bubble up too noisily
and look instead
to cherish
the care that needs me most.

Holding
the old anxiety
that I might not be loved enough
within a width of tenderness
I render its worry
obsolete.

Tanya Coburn

6 thoughts on “quiet blooms…”

  1. ‘Holding
    the old anxiety
    that I might not be loved enough
    with particular tenderness
    I render its worry
    obsolete’
    Tanya this is wonderful. I’ve returned to reread it several times. Tenderness is exquisite.

  2. Dear Tanya, thank you for this poem. It is good to read your writing again. I am reading it here in the mid-morning quiet of a garden in London, England. Tenderness travels!

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