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. . small thoughts . .
By NikesRain
violets always hover
to close to the edge of expiring
as if they believe
the early morning sun
is just a heartbeat degree
away from immortality
still they raise their faces
smile and say it's okay
i envy their courage
in all its soft bravado
to be that small and delicate
yet holding such strength
to rage against the days
against the hours that burn
knowing one will eventually
be the end of them
even then
they'll probably smile
and still say
it's
okay
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Copyright 2013 NikesRain
Published on Wednesday, May 8, 2013.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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On Friday, August 18, 2017, beamish
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wrote:
Small thoughts. Giant words. Cheers and great job
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On Friday, August 18, 2017, Drea
(1443) wrote:
I miss reading your words. This will always be a favorite.
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On Monday, February 29, 2016, Drea
(1443) wrote:
I can't help but imagine the flowers from Alice in Wonderland. This was sweet.
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A former member wrote:
Such a beautiful poem, it definitely made an impact on me.
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On Thursday, May 9, 2013, Devilish
(2658) wrote:
awee.. how beautiful. very nice to read..
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On Wednesday, May 8, 2013, FadedBlues
(2169) wrote:
...I've seen flowers scattered across a garden in Vietnam, ripped out by the monsoon. see defiance in fragile things - gives us hope...
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A former member wrote:
It can be an awful feeling...people notice a long face or a weary sigh that I never intended for anyone to see or hear, they ask me "what's wrong?", I reply with "it's okay" & a smile, knowing full well I probably should've come out with whatever was bothering me, but oh no...I keep it in & let it eat me inside, likely shortening my own lifespan, all for the appearance of strength, all for that hoped-for immortality that I used to believe in but am now far too wise to engage. Things are often not as strong as they appear, other things are far stronger than they appear, all things are temporary. I like the way this makes me think with heart more than mind, Doe. A poet thanks ya. Time to enjoy those violets while they're still here...
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A former member wrote:
a softly brave thing. thanks for the quiet moment of murmured reflection. this is full of a kind of eaten sorrow that admires, is in awe of and almost sorry for such naive hope. Complexly beautiful.
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