“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.” – George R.R. Martin, A Dance With Dragons
Initially the poem was supposed to be a painting with the theme ‘They hold your hand, but I hold your heart‘ from way back in 2015, then I discovered I can only tell my part of the story, in details because one part of the drawing could have been scanty (now I realize that is how it should be💡). That is why I decided to write a poem about it. For those who can convert the poem into a drawing or anything graphic, feel free to do so. If you have not yet read the poem click here.
“Perhaps the ground
Shares identical secrets as the cloud..”
Ground and Cloud are the most important words in the entire poem
The persona in the poem is in an online relationship, which she tries to explain through comparing her situation to that of a plant. When people access the internet through whatever device they have, it is difficult to tell how many connections they have made by just looking at them. They may stand the same ground but at the same time be in different places which is expressed in the lines: “..Under the sun Plants stand tall and high Most, independent Crowns strong and bold But who knows what happens beneath?
SKIP ALL OF THAT….it was starting to sound boring from this side😉
When I wrote this poem I was at a point of reflection, again, and was trying to find something in a similar situation as mine so that we both could grief together…and behold! There it was! A tiny plant on the ground. Yes, there were other plants around it, but this one was special. It was the kind of plant that would speak without speaking, that would make you dream with your eyes open. While other plants were twirling on each other’s branches, this one stood firm and strong. It was alone without being lonely. Then I thought maybe its support system lay below the ground, like the way many of us depend on the CLOUD. Cloud as in cloud computing, where information is stored in one central computer and one uses the internet to access that information, which includes the social apps we use, like this one.
None of us can see what is below the ground, and even if we dug, we can only see a small portion of it, a hint, or even too many different stories that do not totally add up. Probably this plant has grown its roots to unknown depths while finding essential minerals and met many others who are also on the same journey and has connected with them on different levels. As family, as a friend, as something else that a plant could connect with another; as phosphorus and calcium buddies and potassium specialists, maybe😂 [Backdrop], until they finally settle for the one, without realizing it.
They grow into each other, and light each other’s lives until something different happens. A different method of weaving the tapestry of destiny is introduced and distance kicks in. And one waits and waits and waits for the other to come back, and does nothing else but wait. But there is a danger in that kind of waiting, where we script our own story and assume that it will eventually be God’s will for our lives, that God will somehow consider the amount of time we have spent waiting for this script to come to life and we keep waiting and get disappointed in the end.
Sometimes we forget that we are not the ones who plan our lives because if we did, I do not think anyone plans for the unexpected hurdles we all face. We are not here by choice, we didn’t choose where to be born or at the very least the bodies we are in, but we are all designed for a purpose, whatever happens even if things do not go our way , we will be fine because God is the best of planners and He wants the best for all of us.
Everything happens for the greater good.
Whatever happens we will be fine 😊