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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50 Responses
I love your buttercups, bold against the darkness. And that fire – yes, our minds are constantly ablaze! And everything is fuel.
Thank you so much, Sarah 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt)
The poet’s flame will always decry the ashes… like buttercups against darkness.
Precisely! Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
A poet’s mind will burn, but even if past words or thoughts are like ash, they still fuel what follows.
I feel the same way! Thank you so much, Ken 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Very observant buttercups. Nice work, S.
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
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.
Thank you so much, my dearest Lillian 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I love that title! Buttercups are bowls of sunshine.
Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
“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! ❤️🌼
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I love this part too: a Poet’s mind like fire burns constantly. Despite everything falling apart, we can be buttercups filled with charm.
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Love the imagery and the “accidental charm” of those buttercups! 😍
Thank you so much, my dearest Tricia 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
“ashes mean only to encourage us to reform.”
Absolutely! 🙂 Thanks for stopping by, Tzvi 💄❤️
Great write! I can relate to those last few lines. I might even amend it to, “ESPECIALLY as everything’s falling apart.”
Thank you so much, Jenna 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
It is quite an anthem, steeped in brevity, forged in cortical blazes of creativity. This was an excellent rocking of the prompt.
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
“Bit of accidental charm” — that first line is great. Sucked me right in!
Thank you so much, Philip 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
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.”
Thank you so much, Arcadia Maria 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Here’s to a season of accidental charm and the faith that ashes are also beginnings. Enjoyed your quadrille very much.
Thank you so much, K.Hartless 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
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…
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Those buttercups are stunning against the ashen backdrop.
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💜love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Much love …
So beautiful, sad and true, Sanaa! Those last three lines are just exquisite! ❤️
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
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
Thank you so much, Ben 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
So wonderfully expressed, the mind constantly churning, fed by what is around us.
Thank you so much, Marion 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
So very sweet, and charming, accidental or not. 🙂
Thank you so much, Christopher 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Our thoughts do burn, and the ashes can fertilize new growth.
Thank you so much, Kerfe 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Beautiful buttercups! And I like how a poet’s mind burns no matter what is happening.
Thank you so much, Lynn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I love this Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
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
Thank you so much, Dora 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️