fear is when mortals
overwhelmed by infinity
draw lines in the sky
to design a box
just big enough
to hold their competencies.
fear is when someone
blames others for
getting too big for their boots
terrified of their own smallness.
fear is when you restrict
loved ones to ensure
they don’t ever see
anyone better than you.
fear is butterflies
fluttering in stomachs
not knowing gardens
complement their colours.
fear is absence of alternatives
even when I’m sure
I’m done with this box
and need to break walls.
fear confronts life
I believe
death is the end
of existence.
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This is absolutely beautiful.
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Thanks, Margaret!
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Fear is a monster, but those who fight back say it’s a monster with no substance.
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Indeed, it has no substance. We are a victim of our own limitations.
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Death assures the absence and erasure of fear. It just may be a ‘beginning’…
Deep thoughts and artful words here! 👏
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Yes. It may be a beginning. Thank you, Susan!
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“fear is when mortals
overwhelmed by infinity
draw lines in the sky
to design a box
just big enough
to hold their competencies.”
This is a brilliant verse, Reena!
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Thank you so much, Nicole!
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So much rich poignancy released by the simple prompt “Box.”
Lovely Six, Reena.💙
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Thank you so much, Liz!
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Profound, indded.
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Thanks!
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Although I don’t believe death is the end of existence you describe well the responses people make to try to deal with fear.
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Thank you so much, Frank!
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This stanza really stood out to me:
“fear is butterflies
fluttering in stomachs
not knowing gardens
complement their colours.” 💛
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Thank you so much!
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This prompt grabbed your imagination and tickled your creativity, Reena! You have captured fear in this third poem. I especially like:
‘fear is when someone
blames others for
getting too big for their boots
terrified of their own smallness’.
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Yes, it did. I love the format and the creative freedom it gives.
Some day, I would like to write a mega poem in the same format about India.
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I would love to read that.
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Thanks for the interest 🙂
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Ma’am this poem is brilliant ❤️ my favourite lines were:
fear is when someone blames others forgetting too big for their boots terrified of their own smallness.
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If you look around, it happens so often.
If you believe Jim Rohn that you are the average of 5 people closest to you, eliminate the small people.
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Very profound write
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Thank you so much!
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You’re most welcome
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