10 May 2014

Futility


Tired of talking,
she closed her lips so tightly
nearby tulips groaned.

We live to open!
they exclaimed, let us delight
you!  But she was gone.








Copyright © 2014  S.L.Chast



21 comments:

  1. Whew, this makes me think, Susan.. Open or closed. I still, to be honest, don't know.

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  2. Sometimes we do not know that others need out voices.

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  3. so lovely! very meaningful as well.

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  4. Oh! Nice. Brief and impacting.
    -HA

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  5. I wonder whom to sympathize with...the girl or the tulips....nice lines Susan :)

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  6. Your tulips open?
    You must be doing something right. To me tulips are the perfect embodiment of your tightly closed lips creature. Nasty things, tulips. Fat, stiff, greasy, artificial. Noting to do with real flowers. :-)

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  7. Sometimes the moment (to savour) passes to soon as we become indifferent/close ourselves to each others needs.
    Thank you for Joan Baez - my first time of listening to this particular song.
    Anna :o]

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  8. I love the thought of having a conversation with tulips...

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  9. yes - we live to open - even though it can be tough at times... nice bit of wisdom here we can learn from the tulips..

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  10. Sometimes I guess silence is better than words.................

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  11. love it. and tulips are my favourite flowers :)

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  12. I like what the tulips have to say ~ When she is ready, perhaps she can listen to what they have to say ~

    Happy Sunday Susan ~

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  13. Maybe she will rest and return to speak again!

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  14. I LOVE this poem and the groaning tulips!!!!!

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  15. To stop long enough to listen not just to hear. Nice Susan,

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  16. I love your profound brevity here, Susan!

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  17. ouch...a bit sad she feels closing up is the only way...i like the contrast with the tulips susan...

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  18. Interesting poem, emitting a sense of frustration .

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  19. Thank you for that musical conversation piece! LOL

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  20. The flowers are more transparent than we are. Powerful words for thought. Thanks Susan hope it's a great week.

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