Look at my stately stature and bright Colours of lilac, green, pink and bold Reflections of a shady shimmer of light You cast when you venture out looking for gold, Blinding me with your torch in the dark of night. Beware of deception when you behold My solemn disguise and when you delight In beauties and visions squeezed into the mould Of your wishful mind, and things that might Not be as they seemed when fables foretold How everything would be all right If you came close and reached to hold My tender hand which from sheer fright Would harden as my angst would fold Its leaves to leave a fist clenched tight Smashing our dreams of warmth to spiny cold. For only bees who return to me despite My sticky pollen to drink my ripened old Nectar may take a rest from their flight On my petals. So if you too want my gold Be patient and gentle - and touch me not quite.
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
I know I'm a few days late, but here's my go at Yankee's challenge. The mimosa pudica or touch-me-not is a very interesting plant which as a precaution rapidly closes up its leaves when touched only to re-open them a few minutes later. It's rather unique and has given rise to a long list of common names including 'sensitive plant', 'shameful plant' and 'humble plant'. If you want to read more and watch a video of the leaves folding, check: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mimosa_pudica
What an awesome description of "Touch Me Not"...I could not have described it as beautiful and exquisite as you have done so in here. Mimosa pudica, touch me not...or in my dialect we call it "Makahiya"...the shy one! I used it as a title for my first personal blog...because I was that....now...maybe no longer that. Thank you so much for your poem...it has brought me so many warm memories from my childhood when I use to find pleasure in having a race with my cousins picking up their blooms and without their leaves closing...memories of the many blooms we picked and stringed together as leis to wear around our necks...I miss those days...
I had to go to googlenation for a gander Very beautiful flower, and a very lovely description Chaptain, It also makes a brilliant metaphor as Oriental pointed out for a shy person, 'don't touch me'.
LadyMorgana60Norwich, Norfolk, England UKAug 26, 2012
You have written a beautiful poem with sensitive meaning in this poem Chaptain "Touch-Me-Not" to be respected Thanks for sharing & the link too.. :)
ChaptainOPDublin, IrelandAug 26, 2012
Thanks a million everyone! Thanks for sharing those memories, Oriental, sounds like a fun pastime Makahiya must be abundant where you grew up! I've never actually seen it in real life.
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Thanks for sharing & the link too.. :)