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