I broke out of form and actually wrote two fourteen line poems today. This one did not have a challenge attached to it, but it is more difficult for me to restrict lines in a poem, because I usually allow the poem to dictate its length. Enjoy!
She must falter, when the winds do blow
but she holds the reigns, holds the reigns tight
and with equal measure, she holds that smile
even when she feels it is improperly dressed upon her lips
despite the tears that want to find their voice among the leaning reeds
a solemn sound escapes their barren souls as wind brushes in through the trees
and she feels the emptiness course through her weary soul
the backs of trees lean beneath the weight, but she cannot afford to shed a tear
unless the rains do come, and as the torrents tear across the valley
she may shed a tear or two, hoping that they falter unrecognizable among the raindrops
for she is cognizant of watchful eyes and her poise requires a steadfast pose
the world shall demand of her nothing less than perfection
but the imperfect ways of her soul bleed within her veins and she can do nothing
she is only a weed growing beneath a beautiful landscape of perfect garden rows.
© Sumyanna 2017
I enjoyed this much,its playful, very articulate and wise word choice.
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Thank you so very much!
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This is a delightful poem, very well done
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Thank you 🙂
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Lovely poem!
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Thank you Leigha!
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You’re welcome.
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Oh, how so beautifully written and presented, Sumyanna! 🙂
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Thank you very much Pete.
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Nicely done!
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Thank you!
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This poem is delightful, Sumyanna. Beautiful words although they are filled with sadness.
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So glad you like it Robbie! I kind of felt that the “weed” part was more like what everyone else described her by, but despite that, she believed in her own abilities. It can be painful to wear a label perhaps you weren’t meant to wear… once placed upon you by people who probably are not worthy of judging either. Anyway… It was just my way of personifying those feelings.
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You did a lovely job of expressing the emotion. You should think about publishing a book of your poetry.
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I probably will someday. When I think of it now, I worry that there just isn’t enough time to do it justice. By the time I get around to it, it will be a horrible task… trying to pick favorites.
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