Other, Poetry by Sarah

Wildflowers

Wrought when wildflowers whispered,

”Who, what, when, where, why?”

Whence without wisdom we

went wayward;

Wading.

Wandering.

Withering.

Weeping.

Wholeness withheld;

Wasted, wretched, whilst

witnesses watched.

We wait.

We waste.

We whimper.

We wake.

 

By Sarah ©2020

 

 

 

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Music Challenge – “You Don’t Know How It Feels”; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 22 February 2020

15 thoughts on “Wildflowers”

  1. I life lesson here in treating nature with respect. We waste nature we waste ourselves.
    It is amazing though to think of desert places where seeds can be dormant for so many years and then when the right rain falls booms with wild abandon.

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