Oh, to be a lotus flower
rising from a dark place.
I'd leave attachments behind,
break smooth surfaces,
before sinking low to end my days.
Oh, to be a lotus flower,
a fresh face for each new day.
From murky waters,
white petals flourish,
a fragrant, saving grace.
Oh, to be a lotus flower
sown within a sacred space.
I'd pacify my baser nature,
to reach an exotic enlightenment;
what wounds I could efface.
Some might state,
I stole the spotlight.
A fully-opened flower
without concern for creed,
or culture,
or race;
with seeds to sow,
and time to grow,
a folded soul
whose petals unfurled
form the womb of the world,
but what do they know?
Oh, to be the lotus
whose mental purity,
rebirth, and divinity interlace.
©2024 | K.F. Hartless
Cover Art: Art by Rob Schouten
Prompt: Write a poem in which the speaker expresses the desire to be someone or something else, and explains why. A recent discovery in my own spiritual practices is the power of the lotus, and so I thought I’d craft a poem expressing my admiration of this unique flower.
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