Back then,
There was nothing to abandon.
We were young and love was this great amnesty
Holding pleasure between shifting worlds.
Life abducted us for a while,
While adventure made us insane.
We reached for what they said was good,
Never knowing things would change.
They never understood
Our aspirations,
The curiosity,
Avidity.
Yearning for its power,
We felt the pain.
Refraining from hours of easy living,
Misery settled in to hear us complain.
But for now,
I don't want to complain.
It's our turn now to vegetate.
Sprouting from the mud,
We are not the same.
Author notes
We planted our seeds in the places where they thought we could not grow roots. This is the life of a Lotus flower.
Please tell me what you think
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I liked the short sharp bits at the end. I think they could have been elaborated on, but not because it would be necessary, only to make it prettier...more sylized.
I couldn't decide what else to read of yours but I'm glad it was this. -
Nice write here
A Very creative write and food for thought I cant wait until spring
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Interesting poem...much of the
imagery was really enjoyable to read, and I liked your
authors note's, so true, the most beautiful of flowers,
the locust does grow it's roots in mud!
I really enjoyed your poem! sprout..let us sprout!
ears2hearyou
Kathleen/Seattle, WA. : ))
excellent job, good flow too!
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You're right. I worded that incorrectly. They do have roots.
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