Sitting for days I stare adamantly, concentrating,
watching each flower bud slowly unfold with the dawning
Of every sun lit day, their song is sweetly sung
listening closely to understand the form of a whisper
they explain all, the cosmos, the tranquility of life
Blessing those who stop to listen, who yearn to learn
who wish to truly see, they are the givers of what we call
transcendentalism
Author notes
http://sleepysh.deviantart.com/art/Flowers-50414231
I am very sorry my thoughts on this are very abstract and...not together.
A contest entry
- transcendentalism by unraveled.
400 points, ended January 28, 13 entries
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Hood Winked!!
This has a lot of wisdom. So much we can learn from nature if we only take the time to sit and watch with an open mind. We tend to see without really looking and miss out on what is there before our eyes in the wonderful world around us. Those who wish to learn do so. Nicely penned. Keep the ink flowing.
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This is a wonderful woven poem and I admire your last line. It finsihes this off perfectly.
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Your ideas are beautiful. i like the image of "watching each flower bud slowly unfold with the dawning of every sun lit day"
the last two lines speak with precision and truth.
thank you for your entry,
-cassidy
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Perfect and beautifully written
for this contest. All the best to you
with this one!
Jeremy0826 -
I think this is absolutely beautiful.
Jenny -
Wow !!!
Simply beautiful, perfect.
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Summed up to perfection.
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