Touched a succulent with lavender-blue tips
Fractal beauty. I wanted to absorb its presence
It stung me. Invisible spiny tips crown
The edges of those violet-cheek leaves
I yelped, rubbed my fingers together
Trying to dull the pain, mellow the attack
But you, you flex your thorns, and I mine
Indignant power bound with furied muscle
Maybe just brushing our bodies skin to skin
Will slough off the hackles of our tempers
As for the snappish blue succulent
I left it in its pearly pot to sulk alone
I have bled enough and so have you
Time for us to sit side by side
Pull in our prickles, expose our tender flesh
Blindly surrender into each other
Knowing the one will break the other’s fall
Such comfort in this. At hazard to love
Just thought 64
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Comments on: "Blue Succulent" (33)
Lovely!
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Thank you, Gavin.
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Wonderful write, but that last stanza was amazing. Both parties have bled enough (as lovers so often do). Yet, through all of the trials and tribulations, they can always count on one another to break a fall. Gorgeous, reassuring, touching, and tender.
Beautifully done.
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I look forward to your comments, Andrew, as you always understand my poetry. Thank you. Enjoy this lovely day though you must bundle up in NYC.
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Just got in from the cold. Brrrr
Have a good one.
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Earmuffs. Why don’t they make eyemuffs?
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Then, we wouldn’t be able to see the ice we JUST slipped on. LOL
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Now if we also had tushmuffs…
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Well, some people do have a little more cushion
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😀
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I remember when I didn’t know what a succulent was. Sigh.
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And now that you do, do you like them?
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Beautiful poem and thought, Shari! I especially loved the line ‘ the hackles of our temper’ – don’t ask me why but it just speaks to me. 😊
I actually like succulents a lot and have one I call my little Hobbit – again, don’t ask me why. 😉
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I’m really pleased you like this one, Sarah, as this one comes from my heart.
As for a succulent named Hobbit – there’s a story I’d like to hear.
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Your poems are so moving. I hope you consider publishing a book of them some day.
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You are so kind to say this, Jenna. I’ve never considered myself a poet though I’ve loved reading poetry and usually read 2 – 3 every evening. Mary Oliver this week, of course. One day I may publish some of my favorite poems.
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such a sweet conveyance of push/pull of relationships
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Decades ago, a friend told me that no relationship was ever 50-50, that one person always gave more according to the needs of the other, that it was always fluid. It shocked me at first (I was rather young) but I came to agree with her.
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hopefully fluid & not stuck on one side…
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Definitely, or it’s not a relationship, it’s ownership.
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Sharon, a beautiful poem of love. How that which pulls us apart, causing pain to oneself and each other, is yet the very element that reunites, heals us. The bittersweet of life and love touchingly portrayed.
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Thank you, Annika, you always understand and express your insights well.
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Beautifully written, Sharon, with such an apt metaphor. (Photo is also beautiful!)
(Sorry I’m behind reading….seem to always be in catch up mode. Hope things are going well for you.)
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Thank you, Betty, pleased you like this one. I’m also always in catch up mode. 😀
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😊❤️
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Whoa! I need to stop binge-reading your “just a thoughts”. Each one lately has been a bit overwhelming (as all powerful prose and poetry does). In a few stanzas you’ve captured the autobiography of many, too many, lives and relationships . . .
Don’t know why exactly (may need to ponder awhile on this one) but
“I left it in its pearly pot to sulk alone”
hit it’s mark with me.
j.
P.S. I just realized why . . .story to follow
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Now you’ve got me waiting on pins and needles. I’ll buy “story to follow?” – but how long do I have to wait? I’m not very patient, as you know.
And, less silliness now, thank you for your lovely comment.
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This is gorgeous- your imagery is just wonderful!
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Thank you – you might be able to see my artist roots here.
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Agree with the others. This was a wonderful poem about the beauty in love and coming together. There is much more beauty and love to be shared when we are together, even through the hard times as we lift each other up. Very well written.
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Thank you, Mabel. Too many people give up – love takes work, compromise, time.
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Truly beautiful prose.
Peta
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Thank you, Peta.
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