Narcissus and the Lily
Woe to the beautiful, charming
young hunter doomed
to pine after his own reflection,
beat his breast and drown
over the love he’ll never ensnare.
Better to be the slow bulb
pushing blind through the dirt,
stark green and yellow sprout
surprised, one day, to find herself
blooming wildly where he fell.
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the early bird does not get the worm 😜
*woe to the beautiful*
what a great way to start a poem!
Adore this, Chelsie You are on fire!
Gorgeous!
Oh my, this poem got the worm and flew away with it!
“blooming wildly where he fell”
is wonderful.
The contrast is clear: Don’t try to be a beautiful flower; do what you do because you love doing it for its own sake, and the blooming will take care of the rest. Nicely done, Chelsie
This is so clever and well done!
Better to be a slow bulb, a worthy destination
the pronoun shift (and that word ‘lily’)kind of confuses me… to my eye, ‘she’ comes out of nowhere, and by the time we see her- the poem is already over.. i’m not mad that she’s there-but i need to know a little more 🙂 can you introduce her a couple lines earlier? or maybe consider bumping that word ‘breast’ down to help ‘feminize’ the 2nd part…
i’d like to see some words either repeated from the 1st part to the 2nd part… or maybe play with repeating entire lines but reversing them front to back/ to play with the idea of the reflection?
st. 2 line 1… maybe something like…
charming, beautiful slow to woe etc(?)
Wonderful imagery!
Beautiful images here!
YES GIRL! You already know I felt every word here.
And we bloom.
And we grow.
Also… hi Chelsie!!
Hey, girl, hey! Glad to see you’re back!
🙂
I commend you…