from scratch hellify

from scratch hellify

A Poem by Shirlena
"

refusing insignificance

"


if said so...

with loud thumping djembe

in the winds and shakers

a message that would send most jousting

proven through record calculation

by cringing and cowering


series of studies have embraced fully

the manner in which one is planted

found to be a single flower of precious orchestra


some inspired to love examination of her blossoming

seldom they pick while enraptured of fragrance

pinching drops from petals hording for a special time


gazers never could interpret satisfaction of self and habitat

(how did one gain solace with that)

how she recognizes her appearance reflects justifiably stunning

with out aristocratic touches and missing acknowledgement


trivial inklings that she loves what she grew

even at degradation issued from womb

knowing no matter the questions true measure of gems

though she was pulled from mire...


hellified


hellified


Hellified



never needed making over


© 2014 Shirlena



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the ending with:

hellified

hellified

Hellified


never needed making over

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can't change what's already moving --- as its top speed...unless you want to simply stop...and I do not believe that going to happen any time soon...



Posted 3 Years Ago


trivial inklings that she loves what she grew
even at degradation issued from womb
knowing no matter the questions true measure of gems
though she was pulled from mire...

No triviality in your writing for it is significant to your readers. We can gain solace or lose it. Your orchestra is enthralling...Bravo.................

Posted 3 Years Ago


I'm always in awe of your poetry, you have such a unique sound and way of looking at life...had to look up djembe, you definitely hear the beat of a different drummer, insignificance, never in this lifetime dahlin!

Posted 3 Years Ago


When I read your stuff, I have to turn down all volumes in my place...I can't listen to music or have the tv on as I navigate through your creatively eclectic world...the first half or so put me in mind of the Crusades if you can believe that...I feel too much like a gazer at times and I just don't know how to fix it...it doesn't help when I feel I'm not getting my gazes returned...I carry this fear that I'll never attain satisfaction of self...what if I'm never happy, even when goals are realized...I was totally enthralled in this piece, and I'll likely to absorb it for much of the day...another splendid work my friend.

Posted 3 Years Ago


A powerful message here. Your unique blend of vocabulary and style is sure to grab the reader's attention, making the reader wonder just what is it about the speaker's life he/she would change and why? To never say die, give up, and always be more ... a beautiful write as always.

Posted 3 Years Ago



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Added on July 3, 2014
Last Updated on July 10, 2014
Tags: mystery, indifference, partiality, study

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Shirlena
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