A Floral Wisdom
The daffodils of the Constance, long Praying for the winds to come
We sit here, we sit there
We wait for the wind to fair.
It sways like I want to dream
I have in mind is what I see
What I want to be is the weightless spree My eyes that meet the narcissus, thee.
What I get is not meant
For what I want is but late
What I want is what I see
The daffodils of the weightless spree.
Leave it there with its pals, it grew
It swings with them, the xylem anew
Show your mercy to the freedom you see For it is not meant to possess, but be.
What I get is not meant
These beings have no scent
For He said you become what see
Lest, these little do not perceive, to be.
About this poem
These poem reflects on the shallow subconscious of the human nature, which often misses out the truth of condition-less freedom and joy, even when it is all around us. The flowers, are a quintessential example of this. The first para talks about how the flowers move everytime the wind comes, unconditionally. But humans often wait for the good things to happen whereas miss out on them when they actually do. The second para is about a person who's able to comprehend such freedom and wants to bring it down to her own life, like the daffodils. "Late" symbolises the one sided interaction of the poet with the flowers, much like someone deceased or sleeping. The fourth para, is a request from the poet to the shallow minds to not take away this freedom to serve their own personal inquisition. The fifth para says how even "He", God has taught that it's all about how we perceive beauty, but the sheer shallowness doesn't let us. more »
Written on October 07, 2022
Submitted by sreemayee2002 on October 07, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 678 |
Words | 160 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 4, 3, 4 |
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