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Wildflower

by James Zealy

A wildflower grows and radiates
Multihued vibrant shades

That paint a landscape
Tinted like a lyrical collage

Free to grow and flourish
In her glory, her scent a mishmash

Of perfumes that seduce
And Entice all that embrace

Her unique place
That is not adulterated

By the desire to make
A more perfect fabrication

To control and shape
A perfect handiwork of nature

Is to destroy her identity
And forever lose her true beauty

Like any gift of nature's bloom
That man decides to consume

The wildflower either wilts and dies
Or directs itself in a way that belies

All attempts to tame or contain
Or possess its essence of spontaneity

08/23/2010

Author's Note: There are some things that are meant to be as they are.

Posted on 08/24/2010
Copyright © 2024 James Zealy

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/24/10 at 04:50 AM

James, I love that wrote about wildflowers. I think there is a TON of potential imagery here. I'd love to see you take the literal observations and feelings and express them metaphorically onto canvas. I think that would be a PERFECT stretch for this poem!

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/24/10 at 07:21 PM

The form is what's so engaging. It gives the language and tone a great line to follow. Nice work indeed.

Posted by Jim Benz on 08/26/10 at 02:56 PM

It almost sounds like you're channeling Wordsworth here James. Very nice.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/28/10 at 08:54 PM

I enjoyed this very much.

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 08/30/10 at 07:35 PM

Beautiful!

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