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 The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 628 times
Written on 2014-04-04 at 18:23

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so well composed and written. It sounds as if I've said the same thing twice, but what I mean is that you've taken that image of you as a flower and held close to it as you examine its possibilities. All the while, your writing is, as always, very nice.
2014-04-06



I suppose that's why annual flowers are sometimes the prettiest--we enjoy them and then they go away and leave us with not the flower, but the memory of the flower. We get too used to perennials and they don't dazzle us quite the same.

Beautiful poem.
2014-04-06


shells
Such an uplifting piece, I think you are a Forget-me-not Elle.
2014-04-06


Ivan R
I read this and a big smile came on my face with every line of this poetic dance, I'm still with a happy glow, knowing what I read was superior words and feel, and soul.
To say that this poem is beautiful is just the first word, the second, third are here, in my smile, in great awe.
Bravo.
2014-04-05


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravissimo, Tres' Belle!
2014-04-04