Wednesday, 5 March 2014


I  AM  SHE





   
Like the Queensland bottle tree
I was treated as an ornamental feature
For ages
Though I was the shelter from storm
 Tearing myself I quenched their thirst
Of heart
My dark sleepless hours turned all my
Bottled up tears and dreams into stars
To guide
Like the Queensland’s dreamy native
With my leafy desire I can now take root
Anywhere

Posted for Peggy's Prompt ; Bottle the Bottles @ Poetry Jam
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Shared with Susan's Mid Week Motif ~ Honoring Woman / Women's Achievements @ Poets United


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29 comments:

  1. Oh, it is wonderful to have the ability to take root anywhere. Definitely a very comfortable place to be.

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  2. I enjoyed the feelings of identity and strength that come across in your poem!

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  3. This is a new tree to me! It totally works for me as a mother image, how it is beautiful and sheltering and made of extra water storage. Lovely then to move, to be able to root anywhere, intact and blooming.

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  4. WOW! I so love the turning of tears and dreams into stars, and the being able to take root anywhere. Attributes of trees and women - reaching for the stars and strong at the root! Loved this.

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  5. the bottle tree is a pretty cool thing....bottle trees were used as slave gave markers in some areas here in the states...like how you used bottle in a couple different contexts in this as well....

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  6. And how wonderful she must be!

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  7. Bottled up tears and dreams into stars
    To guide...I love that thought

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  8. Tears and dreams as stars . . . I just love that. No wonder there is so many of them with the number of us that suffer with insomnia.

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  9. You've made a nice transition from "bottled up" t a bottle carrying value.

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  10. Some wonderful images here. Like others, I like the the tears as stars and especially being able to take root anywhere. I am not familiar with the bottle tree, though we have a bottle brush tree/shrub. Thanks for posting and visiting.

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  11. Given the resolve that strong and fair, one can survive anywhere. Wonderful write Sumana!

    Hank

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  12. So beautiful...I love " My dark sleepless hours turned all my
    Bottled up tears and dreams into stars" What a lovely transformation for all those bottled tears.

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  13. lovely write- so very thoughtful

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  14. Sumana,

    Life experiences give us character and shape our ways. I think there is great strength within the character of your poem. An ability to survive in any circumstance...

    Eileen

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  15. My dark sleepless hours turned all my
    Bottled up tears and dreams into stars

    It takes a lot to get to that place - but mercifully, one can get there. I'm glad you did.

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  16. Being looked at for aesthetic pleasure, and not seeing the practical uses in you...loved how you described that!

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  17. Wow Sumana! I love how many ways you found to use the word bottle here, an uplifting beautiful poem:-)

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  18. Many things that are difficult make us stronger. And if we do not become as petrified wood, we can bend and adapt and be strong enough to take root anywhere. A lovely poem!

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  19. Being able to take root anywhere is important. The majority of women in the world are not able to do this.

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  20. Taking root anywhere shows strength and flexibility ~ Good one Sumana ~

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  21. i wish i could write like you.awe struck.dxbnidblog

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  22. Sumana this is beautiful.....a message of how we share our strength....:-)

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  23. Oh this is so inspirational ... from being invisible to bright like a star! Lovely, Sumana :)

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  24. One can be ornamental and still the driving force.. men tend tend to forget the beauty of the strong woman...

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  25. Very beautiful poem. Things we judge unnecessary may turn out to be very necessary when we are deprived of them.

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