One Pink Wildflower

Surrounded by jealous weeds,
a pink wildflower
danced in the warm sunlight
for one glorious day
before vanishing from sight.
in the darkness of the night,
‘something’ ate this flower
and the buds below,
leaving nothing behind
but a broken stem
and yesterday’s memory.

Dear wildflower,
life is unpredictable!
If I had realized
you were leaving so soon,
I would have said goodbye.   ~ms
It’s true. The lovely pink wildflower only survived for a few hours, but all of the tough weeds that surrounded it are still here and growing strong. All things considered, maybe it’s wiser to go through life as an unattractive  weed—there are not many things that want to endure a mouthful of scratchy, prickly leaves and thorns!

About Mary Strong-Spaid

You can find me any time wandering around in my own mind gathering thoughts.
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6 Responses to One Pink Wildflower

  1. BTW, and without me being presumptuous, you might want to look at my fb page to see how I embed certain words of mine into the picture. With your dual picture, you could perhaps consider a diptych with parts of your gentle poem appropriately placed.

  2. Sharmishtha says:

    I absolutely agree with your wisdom but flowers, no matter how hard they try they cant become weeds 😦 God wont let them!

  3. Pingback: Word of Wisdom | Thoughts

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