if, every now and again,
I must be smaller than myself –
then let me be small
let me curl into gray
unknowing stone, or disperse
downward as rain on windows
but let me be small
in the way of violets,
which at their core
are no less expansive
than the most colossal
of radiant skies
© Sarah Whiteley
Even the smallest flower holds great beauty…was examining some very small wildflowers in my yard…if one looks carefully there is immense beauty…love your poem.
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good for you for stopping to look! it amazes me how many people just don’t notice the little beauties around them
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Flowers are an endless source of wonder aren’t they. Beautifully lyrical poetry.
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oooooh, LOVE this one, like a mantra.
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definitely(!) like a mantra! you get me! 🙂
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isn’t that great?
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The biggest within the smallest. And in the violet as you said is the whole universe.
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Just wonderful. You are a true artist.
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that’s very kind of you – you’ll have me blushing!
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This lovely poem speaks to me of how inward-to-outward may just be more important than the other way around.
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thank you, Cynthia 🙂
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it is almost an important feeling to feel small, as long as it is healthy and you remember how big you are.
nice one sarah
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so very true, Guy 🙂
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Lovely poem – the universe in a grain of sand.
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beautiful poem, Sarah!
I said on your other blog… your book is stunning… I love it, such rich poetry!
groetjes, Francina
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I am so glad you like it, Francina 🙂 thank you so much!!!
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really love this, Sarah – moving from the smallness to the expansive – and wonderful personal to universal understanding in the poem – really lovely final two stanzas – K
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beautiful…..oh so beautiful! x
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