Wildflower
If I could or should or would,I'd chose to be the wildflower,
a little peak of colour
that you only glimpse just once.
My beauty would shine
perhaps for just an hour.
That little show between showers,
or just when the sky is at its blackest.
Then you would shake your head,
regret that you had not caught,
saved between the pages of
a spent old poetry book.
Oh I would be so free,
beguiling you when all is dark,
make you think, there really is
just that tiny spark of heaven
on lonely walks with just your thoughts.
I would so entrance, enchant you with a glimpse,
leave you wishes, unspoken words on lips.
I would be the memory, the future and the past,
I would be the colour that dazzles with a glance;
yet should you try and pick and place me in a vase,
my leaves would shrivel, my colours bleed and cry.
For a wildflower is a shy plant,
that dances when your down,
she gives you beauty for a moment,
so golden and emboldened,
she gives you the smile that lightens up the sky
she gives you the moment that
you thought had passed you by.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2014-04-04 at 18:23
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