Sometimes-------most times, really------risk is writing. Or, writing, risk. I guess it depends on the themes & times & topics. And it takes a whole lot of sincerity and humility to take a risk. This beautiful friend of mine lives this. I'm thrilled to welcome Stephanie Koetsier to the blog this morning.
I remember when we first met in a creative writing course. She read the cleverest story about a new world------something uncanny, something familiar & strange. See, I didn't know much about Sci-Fi back when, but after a few years and this friendship, I think I'm understanding the power of this genre. And now, Stephanie has taken a risk-----which is basically the testimony of a true artist; she's written a poem about beauty and growth, and it is brilliant. Read below:
You've heard about the British Rose,
but what about a sunflower?
Why must we grow into something beautiful,
rather than something visibly joyous?
Does art inspire eternally,
or only fleetingly?
Art is not delicate,
nor is it pretty.
So why should I be?
Paint me sun yellow,
and capture only my warmth.
Remember the laugh lines and the goofy grin,
my details of a life well spent.
Give me your pretty,
I'll turn it colourful.
How can you say beauty mellows,
if feeling still transpire?
An admired appearance fogs with time,
a fondly-thought soul withers never.
I lived to evoke joy,
I lived for hope and for laughter.
So worry not if you are
a sunflower in a row of roses,
grow unto yourself,
and generations will notice.