Don’t mistake my softness with petals
my silence with the coolness of lake
my desire to avoid confrontation as
a proof of my gentle, tenderness.
Have you observed a flame?
How soft it looks and glows with light!
When you blow it it sways, grab it it ducks
as if it is trying to save itself from you.
If you take that as a symptom of weakness
you are inviting your own destruction
the strongest powers in this world are often
disinterested in any type of confrontation.
They often shy away from combats
not because they are weak.
But because they know if they rage
they will turn their opponent in ashes.
my silence with the coolness of lake
my desire to avoid confrontation as
a proof of my gentle, tenderness.
Have you observed a flame?
How soft it looks and glows with light!
When you blow it it sways, grab it it ducks
as if it is trying to save itself from you.
If you take that as a symptom of weakness
you are inviting your own destruction
the strongest powers in this world are often
disinterested in any type of confrontation.
They often shy away from combats
not because they are weak.
But because they know if they rage
they will turn their opponent in ashes.
This poem is so different from all your other poems.
ReplyDeleterecently a fantastic lady called me a soft flower, and i told her this and this poem immediately came to mind.
ReplyDelete:) is it better or worser or just different?
bestest wishes,
different but still good..it showa another side
ReplyDeletedear robert,
ReplyDeletethanks. :) even though my friends and loved ones rarely realize this side of me,
but it is true me.
how can you write such beautiful poetries?
waiting for your next post.
Its better. Its just getting better everyday.
ReplyDeletedear zakeer,
ReplyDeletethanks. :)
take care,