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Friday 26 June 2015

Poem: Let it grow

image by Sarolta Ban


I was in a hurry
following the plan
not to be late
as I passed by an older man
limping, slowly walking
from his morning walk
through the meadow
for in his hands he held
a bouquet of freshly picked
wild flowers
.

it made me wonder who they were for
who in his life journey did he meet
to care, to cherish
and how many life battles
did they undertake
not to fear this war
through little battles
we write our stories
.

either bleeding from the bruises left open
either rejoicing in learning and carrying on
teaching others how to dance
you are the master of your tones
under the skin is where we hide
.

do we allow to be happy and just to be?
and do we let others grow
do we speak in a matter that allows
roses to still grow as roses?
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 Written for the Mag #274

28 comments:

  1. Everyone has a story... we never really hear them all..or care to!

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  2. through little battles we write our stories - what a marvellous thought and line...perhaps some of us have to write about those roses in order to learn how to let them grow? A thoughtful poem

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  3. One is to persevere and go forward. There can never a be a regret when expressing one's feelings. Others will take it well in most cases! Well expressed Natasa!

    Hank

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  4. A very nice style and tender - most realistic too, and natural contrast betwee the two.

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  5. "through little battles / we write our stories"..exactly what we do but the most important thing in life is to let go and 'just to be' and allow ourselves to be happy...nice thought provoking poem :)

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  6. Sadly we do hurry through life and often miss the sights and scents of life and the beauty all around us.

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  7. Intriguing. I wonder at the person you are describing. I think there is something beautiful to someone dedicating their life to helping others 'dance' and be successful, reaching their dreams - and hopefully in that, we find our own.

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  8. Ah, this poem is a good reminder that we can always find a reason to share our flowers (both literally and figuratively) with another person. I like the phrase 'through little battles we write our stories.'

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  9. Oh I love how this really grows from that old man with his flowers. We ca weave stories from just a simple image..

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  10. sometimes, it is necessary to take a pause or slow it down - we may be missing lots of things already if we are always in the fast-paced mode.

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  11. "it made me wonder who they were for
    who in his life journey did he meet
    to care, to cherish
    and how many life battles
    did they undertake"

    these lines led me to drift to " and they all lived happily ever after" happliy ever after is never without its strifes, reality check

    much love...

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  12. Live and let live. This is what I hear in your poem. Intriguing, thought provoking write.

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  13. Good questions sensitively written, Natasa. I love that we are the master of our tones and "under the skin is where we hide."

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  14. Everyone has a story, and they are waiting to be told ~ I also like you are the master of your tones ~

    Grace

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  15. Nataša it is so true that 'through little battles we write our stories'....a breathtaking poem!

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  16. This brought to mind, aspects of many of the tenets articulated in the Desiderata. A very thoughtful piece - beautifully rendered.

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  17. A haunting image and a thought-provoking conclusion.

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  18. I especially enjoyed these two lines. We are the master of our own tones..we need to find our voice in life and then we can dance to its song.

    teaching others how to dance
    you are the master of your tones

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  19. I know many (myself included) who wouldn't have noticed the flower-bearing man, and who also do not allow happiness due to avoidable stress.

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  20. I am sure he helped you slow down.

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  21. Such a wonderful narrative perspective, with very human concerns.

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  22. Ah, I love how you have developed the poem from observation of 'older man limping with flowers'....'through little battles
    we write our stories' ~ effective and thoughtful transitional phrase~ so masterfully you created the poem....and this question about letting others to grow their rose within, to listen 'the tones and dances'. Thanks for sharing :)x
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  23. Great question! So... what is your answer?
    ZQ

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  24. "through little battles
    we write our stories"
    Yes! This is the truth.....we write our stories through our life's battles...and how we have fought them, how they have left us bruised and battered, how the scars have been borne on our bodies and/or strengthened us and toughened us up. Beautiful write.

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  25. I feel like your poem is a reminder for us all to slow down. Just to realize that we're all going through our own journeys. I enjoyed this very much. Lovely write, Natasa :)

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  26. A touching story.. That also got me thinking

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  27. A beautiful, thought provoking post....do we let roses grow to be roses....I hope we do.

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