From the depths of cold, wet petals fly

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Bit of accidental charm;
could it be that buttercups discern all that’s deep
and dark willingly,
that ashes mean only to encourage us to reform,
sensing remorse—
a Poet’s mind like fire
burns constantly,
in a land of thought
even as everything’s falling apart.

 

 

 

 

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Comments

  1. Sarah Connor says:

    I love your buttercups, bold against the darkness. And that fire – yes, our minds are constantly ablaze! And everything is fuel.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Sarah 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

      (and thank you for the glorious prompt)

  2. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    The poet’s flame will always decry the ashes… like buttercups against darkness.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Precisely! Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  3. Ken Gierke says:

    A poet’s mind will burn, but even if past words or thoughts are like ash, they still fuel what follows.

    1. Sanaa says:

      I feel the same way! Thank you so much, Ken 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  4. Very observant buttercups. Nice work, S.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️

  5. Lillian says:

    The juxtapositioning of buttercups, and the poet’s burning mind….
    I think of gentle delicate flowers waving in the breeze while the poet is sitting at desk madly writing trying to let the words escape.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, my dearest Lillian 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  6. Jane Dougherty says:

    I love that title! Buttercups are bowls of sunshine.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  7. “a Poet’s mind like fire burns constantly,”–so true I was awake last night writing poetry in my head.
    I love the buttercups, too–Sanaa. Your “dash of sunny” for sure! ❤️🌼

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  8. Grace says:

    I love this part too: a Poet’s mind like fire burns constantly. Despite everything falling apart, we can be buttercups filled with charm.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  9. Love the imagery and the “accidental charm” of those buttercups! 😍

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, my dearest Tricia 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  10. Tzvi Fievel says:

    “ashes mean only to encourage us to reform.”

    1. Sanaa says:

      Absolutely! 🙂 Thanks for stopping by, Tzvi 💄❤️

  11. Great write! I can relate to those last few lines. I might even amend it to, “ESPECIALLY as everything’s falling apart.”

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Jenna 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  12. It is quite an anthem, steeped in brevity, forged in cortical blazes of creativity. This was an excellent rocking of the prompt.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  13. “Bit of accidental charm” — that first line is great. Sucked me right in!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Philip 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  14. I really like these closing lines: “a Poet’s mind like fire burns constantly,/in a land of thought/
    even as everything’s falling apart.”

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Arcadia Maria 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  15. khartless says:

    Here’s to a season of accidental charm and the faith that ashes are also beginnings. Enjoyed your quadrille very much.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, K.Hartless 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  16. Wonderfully done Sanaa! I like this line…
    … that ashes mean only to encourage us to reform,
    And it is true the poets mind burns all the time…

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  17. Gillena Cox says:

    Those buttercups are stunning against the ashen backdrop.

    Thanks for dropping by to read mine

    Much💜love

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️

      Much love …

  18. Ingrid says:

    So beautiful, sad and true, Sanaa! Those last three lines are just exquisite! ❤️

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  19. a Poet’s mind like fire burns constantly,

    Sanaa, I didn’t go in this direction with my poem, but I was thinking of something very similar – the idea that we’re like wicks and the poems are like the burning (but endless in this case) wax that we pull up towards the flame…

    Your poem is lovely!

    <3
    David

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Ben 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  20. Marion Horton says:

    So wonderfully expressed, the mind constantly churning, fed by what is around us.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Marion 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  21. So very sweet, and charming, accidental or not. 🙂

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Christopher 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️

  22. Kerfe says:

    Our thoughts do burn, and the ashes can fertilize new growth.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Kerfe 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  23. lynn__ says:

    Beautiful buttercups! And I like how a poet’s mind burns no matter what is happening.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Lynn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  24. I love this Sanaa.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  25. Dora says:

    Sanaa, you’ve knocked me out with this line: “a Poet’s mind like fire burns constantly” — yes, a fire that renews while all around it “falls apart.” A profound paradox.
    pax,
    dora

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Dora 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

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