The Wisdom of
Wildflowers
Sometimes your face
carries sorrow,
your step once light now heavy,
bent beneath the weight of sadness.
Don’t wither like a weeping willow.
Let your tears dry in the silent wind,
and follow me to the fields,
a thousand acres of wildflowers.
Watch the poppies,
with their papery petals
standing tall against the wind.
The cornflowers don’t worry
about a starting storm.
Daisies brighten dusty roads.
Let me take you there.
I’ll pick you some wildflowers.
Join them in just being.
Position your petals
like words in a poem.
Reflect your colours
to bring beauty to the world.
wildflowers are medicine. Let your tears dry by the silent wind gives me comfort.
ReplyDeletecool blog - beautiful final line!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Marja. I love the soothing cadence that you struck on and carried … mesmerically … throughout this tenderly rendered piece. And infusing your lines with wildflowers is simply WONDER FULL … such a nuanced image … and, of course, who among us doesn't absolutely adore wildflowers ~ smiles ~
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Marja. I had to look up Cornflowers as I didn't know them. Still don't. I used to walk cornfields with a hoe chopping dogwood, milkweed, cockale burrs, and sunflowers out of the corn. My favorite wildflowers are violets dandelions which I knew from a boy and now in Texas the Texas Bluebonnets. They are our state flowers.
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Oh, how sad, Jim, not to know cornflowers! And how odd it seems to me that for you violets are wildflowers whilst here they are planted in gardens.
DeleteSounds gorgeous. You can take me there any time. Oh - you just did. (Smile.)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful thoughts. A poem filled with floral fragrance.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. I'll come to gather flowers with you any day.
ReplyDeleteWild flowers attract us with their beauty, colors, fragrance, freedom, health benefits.
ReplyDeleteTheit "papery petals" are indeed, "like words in a poem" (your poem, for instance).
Wildflowers sometimes are scorned in the world of blooms but your poem gives them the dignity and mystique they deserve, Marja.
ReplyDeletewhimsical wildflowers sounds so lovely!
ReplyDeleteI accept this soothing invitation. Even through the storm (and screams), we could try our best to search for beauty. Perhaps, especially through the storm (and screams).
ReplyDeleteGosh this is incredibly breathtaking! I love; "Watch the daisies brighten up the dirt roads and the distant fields."💝
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful and wise journey leading to pure and peaceful joy and then instructing to find the same inspiring joy within our own nature to reflect outward. Just wonderful!
ReplyDeleteWildflowers, such a beautiful poem about them. I often think of myself as a wildflower, free to bloom even in a field of discord.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteHow satisfying it is to walk in the countryside and find wildflowers grinning at you like naughty children running free.
ReplyDeleteAnother beautiful vivid poem to add to your collection......you must be able to fill 2 books by now my friend.
ReplyDeleteNamaste
Peggy xxx
Wildflowers are so lovely in so many ways like your words today.
ReplyDeleteAnother fantastic poem!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words dear Marja, nature teaches us so much, all we have to do is look and listen... 🌹🌷🌼🌱 Hugs my friend
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful weekend.. 💖🙏
Hi Marja - I expect cornflowers don't always grow in places; while violets are wild and grown - any garden plant is a weed that's been nurtured?! I love your poem though ... nature offers so much - cheers Hilary
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