03 February 2016

Spark

Spark

Hand of God reaching out to Adam who receives it
Detail of the Creation of Adam


In solitude we find
what more we are than roles we know.
An inner spark divine
informs the gifts nature bestowed.

What more could we desire
than be what we were meant to be?
So flowers know they’re plants
and open wide to feed the bee.


Inspired by Sumana's prompt

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Identity
Copyright © 2016  Susan L. Chast



19 comments:

  1. Anonymous2/03/2016 3:10 AM

    Love the last few lines.. a beautiful thought Susan! Though it is hard sometimes to know who we are and what we are really meant to be...so we persevere and trudge along as best we can...

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  2. Sanaa Rizvi2/03/2016 8:56 AM

    Love this - solitude caters to the mind, heart and to the soul in ways we can not imagine. It lets our creative juices flow free and discover who we are meant to be. Beautifully penned!


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  3. Mary2/03/2016 1:50 PM

    Your poem is very freeing, Susan! The idea of being free to be who we were meant to be.....outside of someone else's predetermined roles...just to be the "ME" each of us was created to be! Whew!!

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  4. Sherry Blue Sky2/03/2016 3:07 PM

    I love it! Every word, and especially the flowers opening wide to feed the bee.

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  5. Gillena Cox2/03/2016 3:17 PM

    purpose in life shapes our being

    Have a good Wednesday

    much love...

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  6. Old Egg2/03/2016 7:06 PM

    The bee works long to sustain the hive and doing so all plants survive.

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  7. Truedessa2/03/2016 8:00 PM

    We are meant to be who we are, that sounds so logical and wise.

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  8. Sumana Roy2/04/2016 1:58 AM

    "What more could we desire / than be what we were meant to be?"...exactly..though sometimes it needs courage to be that....love the example of the flower...

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  9. Rosemary Nissen-Wade2/04/2016 2:54 AM

    Wise reflections; beautiful analogy.

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  10. PT2/04/2016 5:39 AM

    Simply awesome poetry

    flowers know they’re plants
    and open wide to feed the bee.

    true, knowing what we are and what for we are ...that is the true identity

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  11. rudraprayaga2/04/2016 7:33 AM

    Have we been plants or flowers, we could also do what they do.Lovely lines.

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  12. Anonymous2/04/2016 8:54 AM

    Beautiful. I hope that you are doing good. :-)
    -HA

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  13. Jae Rose2/04/2016 8:55 AM

    The deceptive simplicity and assured knowing in this poem speaks of having explored that solitude - appreciated it and understood and given it back to us

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  14. Myrna R.2/04/2016 10:47 AM

    Love this Susan. Indeed it is in solitude that we discover our true selves. Love the last lines.

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    1. rallentanda2/06/2016 10:18 AM

      I agree with this comment. Only in solitude can we find he answers.

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  15. Magical Mystical Teacher2/04/2016 1:12 PM

    The bee doesn't try to be a bee, nor does the flower try to be a flower. Yet we humans often try to be what we are not. Why?

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  16. Hannah2/04/2016 2:03 PM

    Profound, and yet simple...love it, Susan.

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  17. moondustwriter2/09/2016 8:36 PM

    If only we could be flowers and bees - how simple life would be.
    Beautiful inspiration, Susan

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  18. Intelliblog2/10/2016 9:38 AM

    Lovely poem, Susan! I like the idea of solitude allowing us to discover our true inner self and thus realise our full potential.

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