Stevie Taite

(30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Buried Seed


She was sitting, pretty
The metal serpent was transporting her from her flowery garden.
The heat of Summer was beautiful, perfect, all she wanted.
Then why, when cool shade, with a gentle breeze, never failed to complement,
did the heat of the old city call her?

He was waiting
A skyscraper?
Her own shyness had once been the best and most obstinate doorman.
Never allowing her more than a glimpse passed his wonderful facade.
Leaving only the room in her mind to explore freely

But now, where confidence had grown and curiosity sheltered
Where the grass was well trodden
And foundations set deeply elsewhere.
The edge, that fear had
kept her teetering.......
Now she would land softly.
It was safe to seek the buried seed, that was never destined to grow under shadows cast.

Submitted: Saturday, September 29, 2012
Edited: Saturday, September 29, 2012

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is about visiting an old crush, who I loved dearly because he is so sweet and funny but I was always too shy to even try and be his friend. Then when I was happy in love, out of curiosity I thought I would try and see if we could be friends. Even though the poem is sensual, I wrote it because I felt safe to visit as I knew that the love aspect could never happen but I just wanted to have his friendship! Hence part of the interpretation of the last last line. This was one of my first poems.

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  • Sandy Player (1/9/2013 5:57:00 AM)

    this is excellent. so much stuff going on around the poem but it keeps itself cool falling back on the true love for that calm. a rare ten from me. (Report) Reply

  • Ruby Honeytip (11/24/2012 1:37:00 PM)

    Her own shyness had once been the best and most obstinate doorman.

    You have the most beautiful perception and depth. You write your poetry heart first....I love it [3 (Report) Reply

  • Aria Siren (11/20/2012 10:09:00 AM)

    This is one of my favourites of your work.

    Her own shyness had once been the best and most obstinate doorman.
    Never allowing her more than a glimpse passed his wonderful facade.
    Leaving only the room in her mind to explore freely

    The line about shyness being an obstinate doorman is genius. I love the narrative style of this poem, as if I am reading the juicy part of a novel. Very true how once forbidden things can seem so much safer later on. Time gives you courage. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (10/1/2012 2:15:00 PM)

    all things spring from seed
    a little dirt
    some water
    sunshine
    and a little love
    and time, in this case time in a bottle (Report) Reply

  • Payal Parande (9/29/2012 11:54:00 PM)

    well mam you just got yourself a fan....yes i have become fan of yours, you write so graciously and beautifully each word described with so much passion yet with gentle touch of yours i just love it......
    thank you for sharing
    love
    payal (Report) Reply

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