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.
_____

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:

TexWisGirl said...

that is really sweet.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

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

Marian said...

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

cosmos cami said...

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

I liked it. :)

kaykuala said...

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

Hank

Sioux said...

This has an Emily feel to it. ;)

brudberg said...

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

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

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

Rose Ketring said...

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

hedgewitch said...

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.

Margaret said...

Probably the most beautiful metaphor I have ever read.

blogoratti said...

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

Buddah Moskowitz said...

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

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"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!

Kim Nelson said...

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

K9friend said...

I especially love the final stanza.

Pat
Critter Alley

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love the way this poem sounds. Gorgeous.

Mama Zen said...

This feels so elegant and classic. I love it.