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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.
 

18 comments:

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

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

    I liked it. :)

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

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

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  7. 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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  8. 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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  9. Probably the most beautiful metaphor I have ever read.

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

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  11. 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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  12. "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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  13. Not surprised by this. Shy ones often create a persona with flair and panache. You show us how/why.

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  14. I especially love the final stanza.

    Pat
    Critter Alley

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  15. I love the way this poem sounds. Gorgeous.

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  16. This feels so elegant and classic. I love it.

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