Wild, But Still A Flower – Poem of the Month – November 2021

Wild, But Still A Flower

I am wild and not like you
I am not elusive or rare
but omnipresent
To be found
everywhere you look, if only
you would really see me
In the grass and between
the cracks in the pathway
of your life

Overlooked and annoying
I grow where no one expects 
me to flourish, because I can
Pretty and yellow, like the sun
Strong and resilient 
Multiplying in numbers 
and sometimes overwhelming 
My appearance
not always welcome

Yet, when noticed I am pleasing 
to the eye for my brightness
but do not always belong
in another’s vision of beauty
If left alone, my life cycle
would ultimately give pleasure in
its transformation

To be plucked and played with
Soft lips gently blowing 
on my lightness
Sending me in a million directions
Giving joy with my ability to fly
and granting wishes to those
who would ask, allowing me to
entertain for just brief moments
before being born again
and try once more for happiness 


Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

Bjorn is hosting D'Verse poets and has prompted us
with Conceit poetry.  Conceit being a grand metaphor
for life. An elaborate, improbable comparison
between two very unlike things to create an imaginative
connection between them.
 

Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

58 thoughts on “Wild, But Still A Flower – Poem of the Month – November 2021

  1. This is beautiful Christine! I love how you enhance the value of a sunflower and compare it to you. Love this….
    I grow where no one expects
    me to flourish, because I can

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    1. Thanks Dwight. I actually have a quote on my home page about dandelions and it inspired me today. and I used it s my prompt. 💕 ☺️

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  2. Wonderful work with the prompt, Christine! I remember the joy that dandelion seeds brought my boys when they were younger 😊

    ‘if only
    you would really see me
    In the grass and between
    the cracks in the pathway
    of your life’

    • exactly

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  3. This is absolutely stellar writing, Christine 😀 I especially admire; “Yet, when noticed I am pleasing to the eye for my brightness but do not always belong in another’s vision of beauty,” Yes! 💝💝

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    1. Thank you so much. It means so much to me that you liked it. I must look up the Dandelion children now you have mentioned it. Thank you again Bjorn ☺️💕

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  4. This is lovely and a marvelous example of what the prompt demands. After all, you’re not talking about dandelions, are you? Good stuff, and pleasingly subtle.

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    1. Thank you Grace. The most common flower could freely pick as a child and it was always frowned upon. It was a weed, but I thought they were pretty and who didn’t like to blow on the seeds? ❤️

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  5. A virtual ode to the dandelion! So beautifully constructed and speaks so passionately for this weed-would-be-flower!

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    1. There’s a little weed in all of us whether we like to admit it or not Bev. Thank you so much, as always ☺️❤️

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  6. Christine,

    Looks like more than one of us used the conceit of flowers to express an inner light. Beautifully penned.
    pax,
    dora

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    1. Thank you so much. I wonder why that is Dora. So many are named for flowers so there is a connection ☺️💕

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      1. I’m sorry if I have been quiet Jude. A lot of things to deal with at the moment but hopefully it will be better soon. ☺️💕

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