A tribute to our yet to be read (unread) stories
You are still loved
We begin as tiny seeds in your creative minds
Wrapping ourselves into gentle cocoons of thoughts
Writhing and squirming our way outwards
From your potently phrased and framed mind's eye
We germinate and blossom into the eloquence
Of beautiful butterflies gently undulating
From your expressive and graphic fingertips
Patiently and sweetly thriving and striving into
Becoming
Children of our aspiring eagerly awaiting literary parents
We may not have tragic stories to tell
Or be the best written of the lot
We may be little love stories or whimsical wonders
Or deep dark desires of the obsessive kind
Be the secrets that we should not tell but hesitantly journal
We may not be deep enough or fashionable enough
Elegant enough, besuited, spruced, dapper and
Debonair, shiny or gleaming enough
To be the chosen butterflies to flutter aloft
We may not be the great wonders crafted by the select few
We may not rate high atop the venerated list
Of our judges, juries and decision architects
Who pull the strings and control our fate and our lot
We are indeed numbered in the thousands
While they yet are only a numbered few
Who toil, peruse, cipher and endure our whispers
Murmurs, shouts, grumbles, mithers and objections
Of trials and troubles whether or not weathered
By the lost souls pleading to be found
Within the words, they read, mull and perceive
A gasping, though blurred, vague, obscure and faint
Reaching out and a cry for help
We may not possess the magic to make you care
We may not dazzle, puzzle or interest you
Or make you stop to read our innate intended message
Even though so craved in our wholehearted affection
Wishing to be the center of all attention
Sometimes we feel that we are funny and captivating
But what can we do if you do not smile
If our charm does not appeal to you
We take comfort in the loving knowledge
That we are the flowers and exquisite blooms
That cocooned, slithered and blossomed
From our doting parent's minds and thoughts
Forever to be cuddled and cherished
Clasped gently to their breasts, fully knowing
That we are loved.
Wrapped within purity and truth.
N.A.
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This poem is amazing, Novel! Bravo!!!
You had me from the first line. This was a wonderful poem. "Children of our aspiring eagerly awaiting literary parents" really captured me.
This was quite lovely! My thought on the existential quandary of being a writer goes something like this: Like Schrodinger's Cat In Pandora's Box Prometheus Bound Remains Free
'Sometimes we feel that we are funny and captivating. But what can we do if you do not smile?' this line reminds me a lot. It's like trying to impress someone yet they are not into us. All the effort becomes fruitless and we shrink.
This is great! I did a little bit that was similar for the Micro Magic challenge, but yours is much better!
Very well-written and thought-provoking. I appreciate the candor and reflection of the children in a poet's head, for with each piece, we birth a vision from within.
💜 very healing one dazzle puzzle reminded me one of mine but from a completely different context I wrote years ago Your space is like a poetry garden ! 🌸familiar blossoming with delicacy of the words that only You can create this way ! syneasthically vibrating for the senses it's an Art !
I love this, I love the value it recognises in every story. The majority go unnoticed, and this gives them license to be, unapologetically.
You may not be the queen of England, but you are a queen nonetheless. A queen of the written word. Cherished by those who are served by your edifying rule.
Beautifully written
O-N ~ 1st thing that 'Wafts' into my senses is the Delicate "Novel - Approach" Scent to this short ~ Thanks for the crafty way you've given me Hay-Fever - Nah - 'N' - When you have a moment please view "Am I Choosing UP?" This short is way out of my 'wheelhouse' and that's probably why nobody is reading it; way out of the popular demographic? - But I'd so appreciate your non backslapping input - as a "Family" Member - J-Bud
Wow. Beautifully written. Love the point of view it was told from.
Magnificent!
Either I forgot to heart this piece or it didn’t register, but I have now as it was a very good one. I see you have almost 500 ‘stories’ - wow! That will keep me busy!!🧐
This is all kinds of phenomenal! ✨👏It’s a lot to digest (in a good way). I like to think about things. So anyway, I keep reading (well a few times anyway) your lavender poem. It keeps pulling me back. 😊
Beautiful!!! Loving it!!!💖💖💕
This was so beautiful! The imagery in here was just perfect and really emotional too…. I feel very guilty now about the story seedlings I’ve deleted over the years 😩
You have expressed so beautifully the process of writing and how each written creation is dear to its creator. Seeing our creations neglected and unappreciated (seemingly) can be very disheartening, but we can remind ourselves (as I often do) that here is a combination of words that expressed something deep within my heart, soul, and mind. It did not exist before...now it does. And I love it. So the writer can cherish those unread pieces, knowing that the life of the poem will exceed that of the writer, and others will appreciate it, as a piece of art is timeless. Love your poems!
That is a magical poem and felt it deeply! Loved and subscribed :)
Ah yes, you ARE a kindred spirit!
This was sooooo beautifully written! Loved your imageries, it was so brilliant! Gosh, I just loved this poem so much!
Awesome! This poem is like the hero's journey of a thought. It gives new meaning to the concept that we "birth" an idea or book/writing.
Wow, this is truly lovely!
This is a revisit to this wonderful piece, but now I can leave a comment
Beautifully written & Heartfelt! BRAVO! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾