based on part of a poem I wrote a while back. Nix very indiscreetly requested the full one, so here ya go lol - thank Nix:
From my mini collection "Perspectives of a Flower":
"But what in us could make us strive
To stretch ourselves for the heights of light
Bare as an open bloom
That we see our fingers tangled like roots
Entwined inside a quiet room
Could I need you as one desperately needs water?
Perhaps not so quite a lot
To feel like a famine of a daughter
In what do we find ourselves caught?
To what are we the fodder?
Here where we grew, opportunely brought—
At what price is this bought for a robber?"
- me, Aug 4 2024, newly 17 yro
in this drawing, the flower stretches for nature's imitation of celestial light that reaches relative heights as compared to the grounded flower. The flower is both enlightened and in the dark. The firefly is turned away from the flower, on an uncertain path to what lies beyond. the flower is fixed in place, immobilized in the wake of this light, this living being that casts its temporary glow upon it.
Hahaha, you may consider the potential applications of all this for yourselves.
One could look at it from a religious lens - considering the nature of the attraction, the burdened weight in the prose considering cost and consequences of indulgence, and the conflicting feelings and responsibilities that may come with earthly fixations under certain religious viewpoints.
(NOTE: I'm agnostic, but have had lots of experience with religion in my upbringing. Evaluating the nuances to religion and the dissonances that may come with - and without - it is a fascination of mine.)
One could also consider this poem an expression of genuine curiosity - what in us makes us strive? What interplaying factors? What could come of it?
That's something I love about poetry. You can take it however you want, and interpret it through a multitude of lenses. Language may not bridge all gaps, but it can certainly have quite a reach.
@Nix ୭⋆｡˚ (semi-hiatus) eheh right here
x3
where the full poem at
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