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Maylee Bossy

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Lotus Child


With roots in blood and mire
It rose above the city sky
Shouting profanities at the unforgiving night

Blooming and floating in beds unfamiliar
Kissing the surface which reflects the shadow that It was

Possessing delicacy itself without the thorns of a rose
A silent sun with arms outstretched

It was a throne from which she reigned
A goddess to her own devices
Hands planted in the heart of political unrest

Head suspended in tangled weeds and grass stained knees
Remove the mud from your eyes
And bathe in the shade of the willow

Lay down Lotus Child

Submitted: Saturday, February 02, 2013
Edited: Saturday, February 02, 2013

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  • Rookie - 50 Points Maylee Bossy (2/2/2013 9:07:00 AM)

    The lotus flower is a main symbol of Buddhism, the idea being that its roots are in mud and mire yet it blooms above the surface of the water. It is also used in Hinduism where the gods and goddesses are depicted seated on a lotus throne. My poem is a continued metaphor where a young man is the flower. I can explain further if necessary, but prefer for it to be up for interpretation. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 19,033 Points Gajanan Mishra (2/2/2013 8:46:00 AM)

    Remove the mud from your eyes. I like it. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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