
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.

Love it, Christine. You and I are both contemplating flowers today.
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Thanks VJ. I’m going over there now to read it ☺️💕
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Welcome
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Beautiful, I believe you nailed the conceit extended metaphor form.
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Thanks Ron. Much appreciated. ☺️💕
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Excellent poem Christine.
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Thanks Sadje☺️💕
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You’re welcome
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really lovely. and they make a great wine too!
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Yes! That’s right. Thanks so much ☺️💕
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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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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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It is amazing how we divide plants like we do people and say this one is special and this one is a weed, when both are beautiful!
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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’
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Real poetry with symbolism – metaphor…and how true, how very true.
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Indeed it can be! Thanks Ain.
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Thank you Ain ☺️💕
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Thank you Ingrid. In some way I think we can all relate to dandelions ☺️💕
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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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Thank you Sanaa ☺️💕 It means a lot to me.
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This is stellar… the dandelion, both resilient, and often shunned, but always coming back even in the worst of conditions. Have you ever heard of dandelion children… you will find it if you google.
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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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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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Yes, I was talking about dandelions. Thank you for your kind words ☺️💕
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What a joy of the flower to just be giving:
Giving joy with my ability to fly
and granting wishes to those
who would ask
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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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A virtual ode to the dandelion! So beautifully constructed and speaks so passionately for this weed-would-be-flower!
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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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Wonderful imagery and lines.
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Thanks Bernadette 💕☺️
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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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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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Utterly beautiful!
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Thank you Carol. I really appreciate it 💕☺️
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So many, lost in the cracks of pathways, highways, byways …. never to be seen. Your poem speaks to it beautifully.
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Thanks dear Helen ☺️💕
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Beautifully expressed, Christine! ❤️😊
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Of you’re so sweet Punam, thank you! I enjoyed this prompt ☺️💕
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Well conveived and expressed ~
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Thank you so much ☺️
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Gorgeous and very strong. 💜🌷🌷🌷
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Thank you Jude. You’re so sweet ☺️💕
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Such a pleasure 🙏🏾🌷 you’re so quiet.
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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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I understand. I’ve had some of my own as well.
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I love this ❤
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Thank you Shreya 💕☺️
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“I grow where no one expects me to flourish..”
Beautiful.
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Thanks so much ☺️
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Wow, this is so beautifully written using simple words! Inspiring!
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Thank you very much. I’m happy you liked it ☺️💕
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The picture is beautiful and the poem is fabulous Christine❤
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Thank you dear Laiba ☺️❤️
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Welcome❤
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Hi morning
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