I Vary (Not)
Sanaa -
January 26, 2017
Earlier PoemsPoetry

O’ crush not these petals of mine, 
nor tether them in polished glass.
Grow weary not of bounteous sun,
though I’d wither (waste) through
seasons crisp —

O’ pluck not these petals of mine,
believe change is but inescapable.
I vary not ‘neath pressure of blue
storm; rather birth heart-song(s)
with each bud and beginning —

 

 

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54 Responses

  1. Sherry says:
    January 26, 2017 at 7:35 am

    I love the birthing of heart-songs!

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  2. Thotpurge says:
    January 26, 2017 at 9:19 am

    Change indeed is inevitable.

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  3. Susan says:
    January 26, 2017 at 10:39 am

    O, yes, cycling with nature, again and again is change that does not vary–but how beautifully you say it! To take steps to preserve would be interfering. Such a truth to contemplate!

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  4. Old Egg says:
    January 26, 2017 at 11:15 am

    I am sure flowers would prefer to wither on the stem than in some alien vase, and continue to enjoy the sun’s rays and ensuring the plant benefits from it. (I am funny that way!) You adeptly dimply that in “birth heart songs with each bud an beginning”.

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  5. Sumana Roy says:
    January 26, 2017 at 12:12 pm

    there’s much power in positive attitude…so beautifully expressed..& i simply love that flower pic…

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  6. kaykuala h says:
    January 26, 2017 at 8:34 pm

    though I’d wither (waste) through
    seasons crisp —

    Let them wither on their own as insisted by the changing seasons

    Hank

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  7. Mary says:
    January 26, 2017 at 9:55 pm

    So uplifting!

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  8. Marcoantonio Arellano says:
    January 26, 2017 at 10:02 pm

    Yes, what a wonderful display of the positive, of life

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  9. Carrie Van Horn says:
    January 27, 2017 at 1:38 am

    Yes Sanaa change is inevitable and even nature and the seasons are full of change. A beautiful poem!

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  10. Ellecee says:
    January 27, 2017 at 4:53 am

    ” O’ pluck not these petals of mine” we, ourselves, would also wish to be allowed to bloom or fade when our nature calls us to do either. Lovely poem,,

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  11. Glenn Buttkus says:
    January 27, 2017 at 5:02 am

    Oh yes, so much packed into two stanzas. I enjoy your projection into Spring, faith in rebirth & rejuvenation. I like how your personalized the flower, made it a spokesperson.

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  12. Xenia says:
    January 27, 2017 at 5:15 am

    A beautiful write Sanaa, I especially love how you would rather ‘birth heartsong(s) with each bud and beginning’ ?

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  13. Bjorn Rudberg says:
    January 27, 2017 at 5:28 am

    The image of those crushed petals contrast so well with the longing in this poem…

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  14. Mish says:
    January 27, 2017 at 6:15 am

    This is lovely work. Change is a difficult thing and the metaphor of the flower works well here.

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  15. Iris says:
    January 27, 2017 at 7:06 am

    I love what you did with the title alone. I see an IV that might have air in it, or not. So someone might be about to die. Or if it’s a metaphor, the “air” sent straight into the veins might be saving someone’s life.

    The ending is beautiful. This is my favorite line: “I vary not ‘neath pressure of blue”

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  16. Buddah Moskowitz says:
    January 27, 2017 at 7:07 am

    I love the beauty and wisdom here.

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  17. Grace says:
    January 27, 2017 at 7:32 am

    So lyrical to read Sanaa ~ Change is a lovely to see in flowers blooming ~

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  18. Kanzensakura says:
    January 27, 2017 at 8:29 am

    Lovely work Sanaa. The personification in this poem is excellent. Very poignant poem.

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  19. Frank Hubeny says:
    January 27, 2017 at 10:12 am

    Nice sound. I liked the phrase “bud and beginning “.

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  20. Angela Kay says:
    January 27, 2017 at 10:41 am

    Accepting change….what a beautiful image and imagery created, Sanaa.

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  21. Kim M. Russell says:
    January 27, 2017 at 8:04 pm

    I agree with the flower – it belongs outside for that lovely ending:
    ‘I vary not ‘neath pressure of blue
    storm; rather birth heart-song(s)
    with each bud and beginning —’

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  22. Bryan Ens says:
    January 27, 2017 at 8:42 pm

    I love the flower’s wisdom in this

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  23. Walter J. Wojtanik says:
    January 27, 2017 at 9:39 pm

    A beautiful bloom of words, Sanaa!

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  24. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:
    January 28, 2017 at 8:33 pm

    Lovely as always. I particularly like the line, ‘nor tether them in polished glass’.

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  25. Victoria says:
    January 29, 2017 at 2:37 am

    Just beautiful–and the photo is stunning.

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  26. Sreeja Harikrishnan says:
    January 29, 2017 at 6:34 pm

    Delicateness and strength together in such a poetic way….beautiful. …

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  27. Sean Michael says:
    February 20, 2017 at 7:19 am

    Nice job!

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