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Friday 28 November 2014

Poem: Simmering warmth

when did it become so hard to look at things
with innocent eyes of a child?
now you realize that growing up was more
harmful than they would dare admit to you
blaming won't bring forth
any new paths for us to walk on
trusting in blind faith that the same choices
will bring new results is utopic
where do you find your haven
when you get scared to look inside of yourself?
as if you've become just a basket
for other peoples' instructions and opinions
it only works if it matters to you
million bulbs in the eyes turn on
when we speak of something
we're passionate about
whole night sky can be captured
in those moments when
we never felt more alive
inside it simmers
as if out of nothing it gives
no matter how cold it may get
no matter how the wind may roar
there's a warmth inside spreading
like electricity through our bodies
and it usually sparks just when you've
almost already given up
the most rewarding thing about it is
that it can be shared
and then it can spread like wild fire
and feels twice as good
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23 comments:

  1. " it usually sparks just when you've / almost already given up" blessed is the moment when it does and blessed are the people who share...beautiful...

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  2. To let the bird within unfurl its wings and be free definitely shoos away the darkness, if for a period of time. We need not be baskets for others' instructions. I really liked how you portrayed the fact that our passions and our interests can spread the warmth within and out and how it spreads when it is shared.
    Totally relatable, and very well penned. :-)
    -HA

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  3. a place to call our heaven..........how i long for it

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  4. What is life if you cannot be passionate about it and everything you do?

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  5. you speak of a universal predicament and hours of quiet desperation.if only we could all follow our bliss.

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  6. the image of "warmth within" - ready "to spark". is lovely, positive and filled with hope

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  7. Oh, it is very lovely when a person talks about something they are passionate about. No better feeling in the world....especially when it is shared and spreads afar. What magic!

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  8. Growing up is harmful indeed.. So much that we loose. Maybe getting that child inside awakened is impossible, but we have to keep trying.

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  9. let that warmth spread around a bit...i think our eyes get a little jaded the older we get....we start to see things not as they are but how we believe they are...or should be.....i like the hope that this ends on...

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  10. Love 'million bulbs in the eyes turn on' with passion, and 'the most rewarding thing about it is
    that it can be shared'. Wonderful! Way to live! x

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  11. Oh you are on the Great Journey, Natasa.....I resonate with being a basket for other peoples' instructions. You are so right that the answers lie inside yourself. I love "there's a warmth inside spreading...." You are very in tune with yourself, and that is awesome.

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    1. thank you Sherry! :) there is so much inside, but we tend to look for it outside.

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  12. Beautifully written and so very much a part of all of us.

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  13. Very few people have kept the ability to look at the world with the eyes and innocence of a child. Ideally we should all be capable of innocence and maturity.

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  14. Keeping the innocence of a child...even the tiniest bit...can bring such joy to a life. I loved this, Nataša. As adults, we get so wrapped up in should-have/could-have/would-have and forget to be in the moment completely.

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  15. "where do you find your haven
    when you get scared to look inside of yourself?"

    "and then it can spread like wild fire
    and feels twice as good"

    This is so refreshing a read and I feel a kind of cloudy weight off my mind reading that. Those bouts of passion that you talk about, I don't get to experience those often, and almost never in solitude. I guess, that's how it is when we say that the people closest to us bring out our best. But I'd like to be able to sustain that overwhelming feeling of limitless potential on my own.

    Beautifully penned. Loved it. :)

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  16. "as if you've become just a basket
    for other peoples' instructions and opinions"


    i think this is so true, when we are as adults. there are so much distractions and so much to look out for.
    a thoughtful, well-written poem.

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  17. You have spoken such deep words that seem to be in my heart these days....my haven is my garden where I am in peaceful solitude....my favorite lines were:

    million bulbs in the eyes turn on
    when we speak of something
    we're passionate about

    so very true that light that is so bright coming from within....really great work...loved this poem!

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  18. So I'm going with electrocution - it sparks, it warms before it consumes...
    Oh passion does that too

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  19. Childhood days are always the best days...
    It also a time when we desperately wished to grow up!

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  20. "now you realize that growing up was more
    harmful than they would dare admit to you" - Brilliant and so true. Sometimes its just so difficult to be a functioning adult. Loved it :)

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