Blades of grass

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The grass has a cerulean tinge which I associate
with the seaside, coarse and tough—
while the day
wraps herself in a silky cloak that gleams from afar;
it’s admiration that moves us,
inspires us
and urges us to make a change, offer input, and restore beauty
back out into the world.
Things were different back then; honesty had a way of finding its path,
a form of karma
that portrayed not only golden stones but potholes as well.
Fast forward to the current age,
and dive headfirst into lies— all vibrations in the air,
inconsequential to the medium through which they travel.
Of course, if you fight it,
you stick out, you are a rebel, a conspiracy theorist— a marked person.
The grass on my soles is scarce,
mown so short that the ground can be seen through
and the day is shadowy grey,
almost as though the skin is stretched taut across her cheekbones—
were my thoughts visible,
they would be an explosion, should I choose to speak them out loud
and see the wandering begin in your eyes—
you, the current generation, the future bread and butter of households,
the shapers of society;
your thoughts you guard, hardly ever letting an unconsidered word
escape from your lips,
I fear you lack depth; you lack imagination.
I don’t know what causes you to hide or what forms your apathy
but I need you to hold open the door.
There comes a time when pushing one’s ideas that could save our world
becomes morally the right thing to do;
much like destroying weeds before sowing new grass, only—
things were different back then.

 

 

 

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Posted for Weekly Scribblings @ Poets and Storytellers United

And Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Poets Pub

24 Replies to “Blades of grass”

  1. A sad indictment of the current generation! I found these lines particularly arresting:

    were my thoughts visible,
    they would be an explosion, should I choose to speak them out loud
    and see the wandering begin in your eyes—

    Lovely, again, to hear you speaking it too. The tone and inflection enhance the meaning.

  2. Fine work, Sanaa!
    My fave: “I don’t know what causes you to hide or what forms your apathy / but I need you to hold open the door.”

  3. I like the shift from the grass with cerulean tinge and the day wrapped ‘in a silky cloak that gleams from afar’ to scarce grass ‘mown so short that the ground can be seen through’ and a shadowy grey day ‘almost as though the skin is stretched taut across her cheekbones’ – vivid personification, Sanaa. My favourite lines:
    ‘…honesty had a way of finding its path,
    a form of karma
    that portrayed not only golden stones but potholes as well.’

  4. I love the early days when honesty would find its path. What a contrast to today when honesty is so elusive it’s difficult to find. A very intuitive poem, sad but true.b

  5. Dear Sanaa, this is my newest favorite by you–the tone, the imagery, the truths shouting their soul through every line. I wish the latter wasn’t as current as it is, that the warnings weren’t needed as desperately. But since it’s happening and caution is needed, thank goodness for the words.

    1. Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

      (and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹

  6. To boldly speak one’s truth is one of the hardest things there is. But yes, truth is so necessary to step into a future where better things are possible. A little old-fashioned boldness would not be amiss in such pursuits.

  7. “I fear you lack depth; you lack imagination.”
    I luv the irony of this line particularly, Do we overthink this pandemic or non – visualize a tomorrow?
    Hmmm, deeply provocative!!!

    Happy Wednesday

    much love…

  8. Excellent tone and feel. Particularly liked the line “the future bread and butter of households.” That one is going to roll around my brain for a while.

  9. It really makes a world of difference to hear you recite your poems Sanaa. Sadly our memories will always mourn for those halcyon days on the past.

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