Time rides
but on wings of butterflies,
hardly noticeable
as they flit by…
from flower to flower.
underscoring the fragrant,
outlining the beautiful.
Yarrows to daylilies.
Lavender to pansies.
Goldenrods to marigolds.
supposedly impartial yet,
seemingly bestowing
just a little more
upon those most pleasing.
the unchosen only watch
with bitter, hungry eyes
that go unnoticed, unslaked
and unvisited.
Brings a while new
Brings a while new understanding to the phrase wallflower. I always thought it was about wallpaper for some reason, didn't think it could be birthed here and what a beautiful and well put introduction! Great to see you here! Hugss always ss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thanks
So very too much appreciated.
Nice to see you are still here.
My best to you.
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
For at least two thousand
For at least two thousand years, so many poets have written bucolic poems, or poems about an imagine garden or wildflower meadow, or arbor. I don't think I have ever read one poem that dealt with the flowers that were not chosen by the butterfly, or the bee. You have written a real original, here, and I applaud your accomplishment.
J-Called