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Saturday, 30 August 2014
My Days
My days
May not be
As symmetrical
As complex
As hued
My days
May not be
As captivating
As simple
As soft
Work
As hard
Go
As deep in soil
Rise
As sunward
My
Days
Posted for Kerry’s hosting Sunday
Feature Artist ~ Kelly Letky @ Real Toads
&
Shared with Poetry Pantry @ PoetsUnited
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Whether it is a flower or us we strive forward, sunward perhaps as there is no other way to go hoping we bloom in our lifetime.
ReplyDeleteI loved the rendering - simple but deep! Good going. :)
ReplyDeleteExcellent response, Sumana! Your metaphor is clear and even the shape of the poem echoes the blooms - straight and true.
ReplyDeleteAnd good days they are too.
ReplyDeleteso true... and how they last.
ReplyDeletecomparison is the death of life....so let that go...
ReplyDeleteour days may be different but it does not mean they are not as rich....smiles
Moving and not always perfect, in balance, our days - sure..thanks, god, we're not robots yet! ~ nice
ReplyDeleteGreat use of the metaphor. Our days are often far from perfect but they can still be good and enriching.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, Sumana. I think there is wonder in the simple and ordinary days we all have & also the depth of them. Life is good, as we each strive to reach sunward in our own way!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful verses running down the line ~ I was uplifted at the end, smiles ~
ReplyDelete'My Days,' is perfect! Wait a minute, Days and is, don't agree....how about, 'My Days,' are perfect!
ReplyDeleteSomehow our dreams of perfection don't always correspond to reality.. still it might be ok or even better that way
ReplyDeleteour days are given to us to craft a life of something; looking sun-ward energizes us; have a nice Sunday; happy you stopped by my blog
ReplyDeletemuch ove...
Yes. Love the comparison. I find it new to think of my days as rare--or even common--plants that make it day after day with beauty and all you attribute to them. Recently I showed people as little mountains, but this is also true. I will care more for my backyard blooms, notice more along the.
ReplyDeleteContentment, fulfillment - to each his own :) Lovely.
ReplyDeleteResignation but also reflection, and appreciation here.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of your days rooted, yet climbing towards sunlight. beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI too loved this idea that Sherry commented on--that your days are rooted in the earth--beautifully done!
ReplyDeletelovely... each day is our own, and filled with the richness of that knowledge. and like those two flowers, we lean on each other for comfort, and sometimes, find beauty in that.
ReplyDeleteand we are all part of that very same earth-globe soil.
(I love how much you wove into this!)
The first stanza is my favorite.
ReplyDeleteYes, our experiences may be different, but we are all still living and sharing this earth :)
ReplyDeleteA very vivid description.
ReplyDeletelove the comparison to go deep into the soil and come up sunward- beautiful! K
ReplyDeleteBeautifully put. Our days are OUR days . . . and should not be judged by those not living them.
ReplyDeleteA good day is any day without conflict.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry always inspires, elevates .. this is no exception.
ReplyDeleteLove the comparison..and truly an uplifting write.
ReplyDeleteI love your uplifting spirit, always positive and on the brighter side of things. Nicely done Sumana!
ReplyDeleteI'm in love :-)
ReplyDeleteA very beautiful piece.
You are such a treat to read!
ZQ
I love your response to that beautiful picture. I just love it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful connection between a flower and your life.
ReplyDeleteEach day can bring much indeed, just have to let it take seed
ReplyDeletetrue! perfect.
ReplyDeleteI read this three times
ReplyDeleteand each time liked it a little more
very nicely done
Cheers!
JzB
i like days that are rooted in soil and have the potential to rise... and i don't mind hard work - though i enjoy a lazy days every once and a while as well...smiles
ReplyDeleteMeaningful soil as metaphor, Sumana...much enjoyed!
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