Could you write a verse based on this statement?

Question

by Anais Nin
"And the day came
when the risk to remain
tight in a bud
was more painful
than the risk it took
to blossom."

I would be interested to see your efforts.
Thank you in advance.
ma

Answer 1

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The need to stay
is powerful and the call to leave
terrifying yet not to move at all
denies what the creation
calls from us all.

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Asker's Comment:

Amen! That's right, the flower was not created to remain tight in a bud, we must remain true to our purpose and to His will.
My most sincere thanks for the wonderful responses that filled this page, I hope you enjoyed the writing of them as much as I did reading them. BA's to all if I could!

Answer 2

Once we were nursed,
For better or worst,
But you'll never steal second.
With your foot still on first.

Answer 3

And the soft air swept upon my face and wiped my tears away. Long gone is the thoughts and ache I felt as my heart continues to long for another love.

Answer 4

Safe, alone,
not touched
by frost, by light,
by nothing,
hearing the quiet lullaby
of solitude.

Hearing not denied,
in this, my shelter,
the screams overriding,
but something beneath,
subtle, subtle, pressing deeper,
undercurrent of a passion,
heat not scathing,
consuming, revealing, concealing.

To open, to leave my safety
for the cacophony
of the world not my own,
isolated but still part of,
encroaching on my sacred silence,
perhaps now, perhaps now
to change is better
than remain as before.

Answer 5

and the night came,
and the force was too strong
to keep things tightly locked away,
so we went to the bar ,
and we eased our pain,
with vodka and complaining.
amen.

Answer 6

For remaining stagnant
is to wish upon death.
While facing new fears
inspire great reward.

Answer 7

he grabbed the Penthouse
locked the door - sweating madly
his Blind Ambition

Answer 8

Opening up. . . . . . . . . . . . .In this World
Takes courage. . . . . . . . . ..You have to
Put yourself on the line........Give it everything
Any less and... . . . . . . . . ..Your future
Defeat. . . . . . . . . . . ... .. . .Awaits

Answer 9

I liked the a nice nin bit......lol

Answer 10

A seed planted
Ranted
Raved
Craved... to grow

Soaked in tears of...

Gladness
Sadness

Madness ensues
Dues paid
To settle...

In dirt
Hurt
By showing

Knowing
Throwing it
A way to see

Sunshine
To remind
Me

Once I was

A seed planted

Answer 11

We are only as sick
as the secrets
we keep from
ourselves
of which
there is
no escape
the hardest
person to see
is myself
until I
surrender
to God's
calling
of love.

Answer 12

Shyness is a flower, hidden
budded, tightly sealed.
Perhaps a rose perhaps a thorn,
magic to bring it forth.

For in gloom it feels very safe
but knows it must awake
What gentle hand can wave the wand
to make this flower bloom?

Come, we must try…

Answer 13

No longer afraid
my cocoon wide open
I'm free at last, and
who I really am... me...

Answer 14

silence is golden
while truth is unfolding
you cant run fly swim or hide
then the truth enlightens your heart
"if you were once a rose you well always be one"

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Answer 15

I listen close to hear the sound,
It seems to come from all around.
I can see naught here in the dark,
I see not even one small mark.

So cramped where once was lots of room,
I have no space my hair to groom.
The pain of staying here like this,
Where once it felt that I had bliss.

It's time to leave this warm safe place,
And join the world in it's rat race.
So watch me now as I burst forth,
And turn my face up toward the north.

The splitting of the outer skin,
Has caused some pain, but that's no sin.
The light has struck my face so bright,
I almost wish I had no sight.

As now my eyes undilate,
I'm glad I didn't pop out late.
The pretty colors all around,
It is a wondrous world I've found.

The pain I felt is now all gone,
And walking there a pretty fawn.
And next to me another bud,
My tears of joy now start to flood.



See what happens to a question like this. Now you have to read them all. Love ya,
Dondi

Answer 16

the commencement of a symbol
dreams from ancient of days
what was once impenetrable
felt light
what beauty proceeds
when wills are finely ground

Answer 17

Sorry for the length and is certainly more than a verse; it is however connected. It relates to self discovery and being more than you were. It is 10 years ago Saturday. I hope this is acceptable.

"Reflecting"

I walk outside familiar smoke filled rooms where billions of carbon dioxide molecules seek my life. I'm more careful these days about what I allow my body, my lungs, and my blood to recycle. My breath shallow now, betrayed by an affluently controlled society seemingly bent on self-destruction through second hand toxic waste. When I was younger I rarely noticed the displeasure's of a closed room, now, in my later years, I find whole worlds can close in around you..

Loneliness and despair once accompanied each footprint lightly embossed in the sand. I never knew why I went to the beach, so hot, so windy, sand piercing my skin's pours. Surely I was driven by sex, love, to be in love... my worldly trio of chauffeurs; I wished trust and honesty could have been there, they were the no shows.

Call it stupidity or call it ignorance, it doesn't matter anymore, hanging around my neck choking me until my hair was gray then gone. Looking back I should have forsaken vanity and shaved my head long ago, and I would have, had I realized the collar binding me was driving me out of control.

I still have my thoughts, my memories... of you and of the others. I grasp and hold on to them as I did you on this roller coaster ride that has lasted a lifetime. It's a miracle that I have survived this trip, too often I was found distracted by the wrong scenery. I do believe in miracles, for in spite of all the distractions and barriers I still found you.

Fast women, fast cars, the fast life... lacking economic means the only equation slowing me down. Is that why so many tasks were never completed? My distractions many, my coins few. I believe it's probably because you entered my world so late in my life I was not a better man, for since you have arrived I've learned to love, to give, and to release what is not mine.

The thought of you is relentless and unending, remaining within me always to treasure, to cherish. I embrace you, not only with touch but now offering the gift of words and actions to this holy trinity, And I know the world won't look back at you through these pale green eyes of mine, it's loss no doubt. Thinking back, we were never formally introduced, how does one say hello to one's self?

Source(s):

Sept. 20, 1998

Answer 18

Curled in a bud shape
Lazy but stressed
What is life about
Is it a big test

The answer can only be given
If we open up and look around
That is when we find out
If our fundamentals are sound ♥