Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

My Violets

My violets
through shelter and shyness made,
not tall, not showy,
content with my bower's border's shade,

And yet
though they never deign confess it,
they live for sun
and hope, like me, that none will guess it.
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My regular readers may find this poem to be an odd one from the fiery Blossom, but I was terribly shy growing up and that shyness still is there, coming out unbidden when the stars align.
 
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18 comments:

  1. TexWisGirlJune 9, 2015 at 7:14 PM

    that is really sweet.

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  2. Sanaa RizviJune 9, 2015 at 7:19 PM

    This is such a sweet & endearing write :D there is a lovable quality to it.
    Brought a huge smile on my face :D

    Have a wonderful day ahead!
    Lots of love,
    Sanaa aka sunny

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  3. MarianJune 9, 2015 at 7:57 PM

    Content with shade but secretly wishing for sun... aw. Love this. Love the violets. Nice, FB :)

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  4. cosmos camiJune 9, 2015 at 9:36 PM

    There is protective fire in the hidden depths of purple and privacy.

    I liked it. :)

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  5. kaykualaJune 9, 2015 at 10:12 PM

    As long as one feels assured and protected it can persist. One leads one's own life! Nice lines Shay!

    Hank

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  6. Sioux RoslawskiJune 10, 2015 at 12:04 AM

    This has an Emily feel to it. ;)

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  7. brudbergJune 10, 2015 at 2:15 AM

    Actually I was surprised - sweet like a Dickinson poem. Isn't variation great?

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  8. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJune 10, 2015 at 4:20 AM

    I was a shy girl too ... and I love violets.

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  9. UnknownJune 10, 2015 at 5:47 AM

    Well done :) I especially enjoyed the last phrase "and hope, like me, none will guess it." Reminds me of my own version of shyness.

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  10. hedgewitchJune 10, 2015 at 8:55 AM

    I love it when you revert to the styles and sounds that drew you to poetry--this is both delicate and flexible in its imagery, and the wording paints the quandary of the violet, who lives in shade but needs the sun, whose leaves are so green and lush and vibrant and whose flower so small and dark and beautiful, hiding in their abundance.

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  11. MargaretJune 10, 2015 at 9:43 AM

    Probably the most beautiful metaphor I have ever read.

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  12. BlogorattiJune 10, 2015 at 12:29 PM

    I thought that was well written and ignites heart felt emotions.

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  13. Buddah MoskowitzJune 10, 2015 at 1:33 PM

    Now, this is who I always presumed was under your vitriol and sass. La la love it la la love you - Mosk

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  14. Sherry Blue SkyJune 10, 2015 at 2:16 PM

    "and hope, like me, that none will guess it." I love this poem so much and I resonate with that childhood shyness which lasted, for me, years into adulthood. I was a VERY late bloomer, LOL. So late I missed the boat. This poem? Perfect!

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  15. UnknownJune 11, 2015 at 1:06 PM

    Not surprised by this. Shy ones often create a persona with flair and panache. You show us how/why.

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  16. Pat WahlerJune 12, 2015 at 8:03 AM

    I especially love the final stanza.

    Pat
    Critter Alley

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  17. Kerry O'ConnorJune 12, 2015 at 10:56 AM

    I love the way this poem sounds. Gorgeous.

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  18. Maude LynnJune 12, 2015 at 11:47 PM

    This feels so elegant and classic. I love it.

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