it can really hurt to expose ourselves...in more ways than one--but eventually we all want to see the sun...we all want to grow in its light...even if it is painful at first...
this could be about sickness, could be about shyness, could be about resolve to change a bad situation....to escape...
so tightly sealed within, opening up causes intense pain...and perhaps even after we open up...the sun could burn us with more.
i like these short pieces...for the poet, always a reason...for the reader always a season to liken to him or herself.
Wonderful job girl, the writing on this peice coneys the fragile vessel, it's determination, and the difficulty, follow instinct to self destruction or stay in the dark forever? great job, everything about it is just wonderful.
If we ever saw the sun fully, we would be blinded, yet we never stop striving to do that. That's what makes us human after all. I read through all your stuff, and this one appeals to me the most, because its simplicity is open to interpretation by all. Outstanding write.
Feels like a poem about about someone who has protected herself from the world and needs to go through the pain of that before she will see the sun again. A conflict of an internal world where on one hand she is keeping and holding on tight to that protection like a child and on the other a part of her knows the wonder of the sun and is willing to go through that pain of tearing off her petals so that the heart of her flower can experience the sun again.
Thats what it did for me anyway!
As always thought provokign and beautiful xxxxxx Kate
What's cool about your writes is that they're not 'overproduced'...not forced. No matter how brief or simply stated, we always get the feeling that we're witnessing a complete expression of something. Nothing to analyze or make any attempt at interpretation. They just are.
And they feel whole.
Its seems a very strange idea to be gluing petals shut. Does that really happen in some netherworld of perverse botany? lol
I love the idea of blossoms as vehicles for metaphor in poetry. They seem at once so simple...yet inexhaustible in avenues of meaning...
This poem was beautiful. thanks for the read, see you later, kc
Amy, I can always be sure that when I read one of your post there will be something here to inpire me. I guess because I was a florist for years, I know just how fragile the blooms can be and how hard they are to open if they are picked before they are ready. You use the metaphor to illustrate both determination and hope. Glad that you posted... Hope you are enjoying the UK. jan
i love the daring in this, that even though her petals feel glued shut, she strives to bloom so that she can see the sun. brava!!
it made me think of the times when i just felt like i wanted to be unconscious, that the risk to open myself up was too much.. but because i want to be in the world and experience it all, even the possible pain involved, i risk..
thanks for the reminder, Amy.. i smile at the sun today!
This is a really short, and sweet write. I feel closed off from the world sometimes. I feel like I'm glued into this little town and I need to escape before I go INSANE. lol I can really relate to this piece. The comparison of the calyx and the girl is great especially when you end it "for she's never seen the sun". :) Great piece hun. Glad to know you are writing. Take care. Hugs!
i haven't read anything you've written in a long time, you were one of the one's I admired when i came to this site, nearly two years ago almost and this is the type of writes of yours i always loved. something so small yet with such impact and grace, truely beautiful. that's all i really have on this.
welll very clean write .. seems very simple but with a lot of meaning and emotions that why i like this writing and your writings ... well keep on writng and please check out my writing i posted new ones.. take care ! and peace ! Victor!
i don't think i could ever get sick of your writing...the simplistic yet complexity of each of your writes always shines ...and makes them interesting and worth reading...and as usual your emotion through your words is expressed perfectly...keep it up cuddles...purps