Thursday, October 27, 2011

Poem In Response to The Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic Week 10~ Of Wings, The Insect Is Shorn



Ah! constant struggle, yet



 Cannot reach the flower
 because of the thorn

 crawling and twisting
 trembling, climbing
  Up the tender twig,
  of wings the insect
  is shorn;

  sorrow seeps sinks
  what does one feel?
  Battle, blatant killing
  fields and one thinks

  why are there flowers,
    steel and splinter showers?

    'as flies to wanton boys'
    are we, the human beings
    toys?  In the minds
    of sinners and sinning?
    When will love again
    Be born?
    O’ Innocent or knowing Insect,

do you know the Way?
    We are lost and gone astray
   
    O Lord, if only I were one-
    I would just creep and crawl
    nor scream nor moan nor  be forlorn 
    But of the flower will think,
    and smile and smile and pray,
    till the end, every day.
   

6 comments:

  1. sharp, it is amazing that you paid so much attention to insects.

    beautiful images plus handsome writing.

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  2. Thank You Morning for your most encouraging comment.

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  3. But he that dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose.
    -Anne Bronte

    Lovely poem! Thank you!

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  4. But he that dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose.
    -Anne Bronte

    Lovely poem! Thank you!

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  5. Aslam'o Alikum mam, amazing poetry i like it, keep visiting my blog

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  6. Constant struggle


    Yet


    Yet the world still turns and we still wonder and crawl and hope and pray. Lovely poem Anjum- xo teri

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