We are taught that flowers bloom only for display,
but they grow wild and windblown,
in crags and cracks,
between slabs and in edges roughed by salt spray.
And so we must be wildflowers,
and do without gentle tending,
grow rough and ready,
with salt in the air-
all the better to lose petals to the wind and be bald before the ending,
than to wilt in carven crystal,
and sit pretty as the water sours -
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S. A. Crawford
Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
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Fabulous work S.A.! I love the empowering message and the sassy ending! 💪🏾🌸
Such a beautiful poem with such vivid imagery.
Oh, this is just beautiful. Well done!
Oh, to have the strength of a dandelion and to thrive wherever I wish
I love the deep meaning in this poem 🥰
Yes, that's what we should be. Like the buddleia I see growing on abandoned sites, strewn with butterflies. I always think "I love the fact you're thriving there!"
I like how you describe flowers growing in tough spots. It makes me think about resilience. I've seen plants thrive in harsh conditions. Do you think we humans can learn from that wildflower spirit? How can we be more like them in our own lives? Also, the idea of not wilting but being tough is interesting. Have you ever witnessed something in nature that really drove this point home for you?