Skip to main content

I AM NOT A FLOWER by Dejah Beauchamp

These two poems, both titled "I am not a flower," arose out of my ever ongoing spiritual journey…

I'm currently reading a translation of the Hindu text the Ashtavakra Gita as well as Thich Nhat Hanh's biography of the Buddha, Old Path White Clouds. I find both to be scintillating, stimulating explorations of what it means to be human and the eternal quest we are on for answers to our biggest questions. Both books have turned my brain upside down (in a good way!).

These poems are my way of exploring those Big Questions, about the Self and non-self, being and non-being, the ache of suffering and the simultaneous joy of being alive. I think I'm beginning to learn that (sometimes at least) the question is the answer.

I am not a flower
by Dejah Beauchamp

I am not the sun, gilt in fire,
nor the changing moon.

I am not a cat
nor the bird it stalks
but cannot catch.

I am not a book
nor a birthday cake
nor the sweet tooth of a child.

I am not the finger dipped
into the bowl of frosting.

I am not the dreamer.
I am not the dream.

I am not Love.
I am not Hate.

I am not Nothing.
I am not Here.

I am not a flower.
I am not the world.
I am only “I am”
and not even that.

I am not a flower

A bee landed on my arm one day
as I sat out under the sun.
“Shoo!” I said, “Go away,
I am not a flower!”
It hummed away, leaving
a shining smear of pollen
on my arm. I guess
I was a flower, after all.

Dejah Beauchamp doesn't know the answer to anything, but she's perfectly content to wander aimlessly through life with the hope that she'll end up in the right place. She has written for Elephant JournalBe You Media Group, and The Tattooed Buddha, and has had poetry published in Pilgrimage Magazine and Vine Leaves Literary Journal. She lives in New England, raising two sons and writing about all kinds of things on her blog, You can also connect with Dejah on Facebook, or Twitter.

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~


Popular posts from this blog

MY HEART SEEPS by Edith Lazenby

Courage is not only facing fear, but also looking past fear, to see what lies it tells and truths it saves...
Sometimes I sit at a computer in trepidation. The house trembles and I wonder what I will find. 
Truth is not a fact or a feeling. It may rest on love’s heart and walk with integrity. It may stand beyond humanity in ways we can only imagine. Truth can be solid as earth and fickle as wind. But a wind can know stillness and the earth can crack wide open.
Tonight I found a stillness in a crack and managed to balance there...

My Heart Seeps
by Edith Lazenby
I cannot hold on And I cannot let go. I walk a path I don’t know. I feel moonlight But cannot see Its orb midst The cloudy cold. My hands tremble. My eyes tear. My toes wriggle To grasp earth. I want to stand Tall in the light Yet fear shadows all. Inside I crumble Under the weight I cannot shoulder.

IMAGINE A WOMAN by Patricia Lynn Reilly

This poem invites you to look upon yourself with loving kindness…
Gazing at your own true reflection, you will discover that everything you have longed for “out there” is already within you! I invite you to love your creativity fiercely. Faithfully plant seeds, allowing under-the-ground dormant seasons, nurturing your creative garden with love and gratitude. In the fullness of time, the green growing things thrust forth from the ground. It's a faithful, trustworthy process. AND it takes time and patience.  Blessed is the fruit of your creative womb! I invite you to trust your vision of the world and express it. With wonder and delight, paint a picture, create a dance, write a book, and make up a song. To give expression to your creative impulses is as natural as your breathing. Create in your own language, imagery, and movement. Follow no script. Do not be limited by the customary way things have been expressed. Your creative intuition is original. Gather all of life into your inner c…

DEPRESSION by Veronica Carpenter

Here goes my vulnerability A heart on a sleeve The typical person who looks at me May not see the same me that I live with daily The mind in the air, swirling with possibility When the darkness rallies/gathers/swirls When I am left to solitude This paper-thin garb unzips Here comes depression          
No I don’t want to advertise So flash a smile Those who are close get to see Through the veil, it’s really not that thick Circumstances in life like to stab at the rib Stumble, fall behind the door Shut out the world Feelings well and weigh down Strength hidden deep in the core So deep that sometimes it’s forgotten Here comes the darkness My old friend Sweeping through my every move  Doubts, fears, un-named masked men Oozing like honey, sticking to everything
Patience is required to get on this ride There is a cycle but its pattern is unknown Slowly my gift will unwrap itself Stay on the path Coming back to that which never truly left me Just laid sleeping out of exhaustion from the fight Dormant in winter…