Ateen

[Delta40]

Ateen....

Tumbleweed bodies
forge to nowhere
then back again
in wilting flourish

Ateen....

Wayward wisps
drift across thresholds
of hard luck tales
and euphoric delight

Ateen....

Lost hearts seek
forgotten comforts
that invite imprints
of homely roots

Ateen....

They dig and delve
to reveal seeds of self
And unfurly blossom
over time


NB: for a teeny wisp I love.

[MorpheusSandman]

I'm not sure I get this one... I guess Ateen is someone's name? I think the first stanza is the strongest; with the images of people (perhaps; bodies could be any number of things) blowing aimlessly like tumbleweeds. I think, as I read it a few more times it starts to feel more and more connected. The tumbleweed is, perhaps, the aimlessness of youth? The poem seems to take us through the search for instant pleasure to a longing for roots that we've lost.

The more I read it the more interesting it becomes. It's quite allusive and I'm not sure it's as resonant as it could be but I can't quite point to why (yet).

[Delta40]

What an insightful person you are MS...

I thought of Ateen as in eighteen (I know somebody dear approaching this age...) and I thought about teens in general and what they might eventually gravitate towards

[Dinkleberry2010]

It would help a lot if you would define or just give a hint of what or who ateen is.

[MorpheusSandman]

Oh, I get it: Ateen = "A teen" or "Eighteen" - pretty clever. It's nice to know I wasn't far off with my interpretation. :)

[firefangled]

Ateen....

Tumbleweed bodies
forge to nowhere
then back again
in wilting flourish

Ateen....

Wayward wisps
drift across thresholds
of hard luck tales
and euphoric delight

Ateen....

Lost hearts seek
forgotten comforts
that invite imprints
of homely roots

Ateen....

They dig and delve
to reveal seeds of self
And unfurly blossom
over time


NB: for a teeny wisp I love.

Our second daughter is in her last year as a teen. In a very unique and telling way you have captured the journey. These days for a teen girl that world is both euphoric and bone crushing in its joys and expectations.

Thank you, Delta. Your love is showing.

[Bar22do]

I am sorry it somehow escaped my attention... and now of course your explanation helps -- but even while first reading it, I got the sense of vulnerability and of search for identity... I love your delicate loving poem, its great metaphor, and am touched by your NB. Teen-age is both such a tricky and uniquely beautiful time in life! Your metaphors are great! Thank you for sharing your poem.