Spring Poem

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

ho hum

Streams of violet gold hat plumes scatter

the field lackadaisically

Like paint on the canvas of Earth and from

a frondescent green backing emerge

blooms of contrasting shades, dispersing

The countryside in beauty all of their own accord

For whom do the wildflowers bloom?

What man toils and exerts himself for the sake of their existence?

None at all.

None.

And while man perspires over tulip and hedgerows

Who bats an eye for the natural beauty of She?

One deemed weeds scum blights invasives

What deity granted thou divine rights to discern

Good plant from bad?

Is there not immense aesthetics found in the independent budding lifeforms?

Leave the wildflower be, let the dandelion remain dandelion...

They earned their place in the world like all the rest,

by appearing and growing objectively by instinct, harming none,

serving the setting with quiet tranquility...

Nourishing the honeybee... manifesting oxygen...

Embellishing fresh air with uniquely sweet floral scents...

Blooms detailing the landscape...

Bringing variation where there once was none...

After soft pitter patter of early spring shower, there sprouts

from among the dull, green hue a life, a vibrance, an awakening of the hills,

the cow pasture, the fields...

What's more, even roadsides are brought to life by precious little blossoms

Innocent white petals framing the faces of sacred geometric centers,

Holy, made in the image of their father, their Life Giver,

Their soul sustenance, glowing...

They grace us with their presence, dapple the ground with pink and peach...

without appreciation, adoration, compensation

acclamation, comprehension


Submitted: April 12, 2012

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T M Allen

I liked this poem. I'he been telling people for a while now not to pull up dandelions. Perhaps you'd like my poem 'Elythria', which is set in an isolated forest. I'd appreciate it if you read it and said what you think.
--- T M Allen

Thu, April 12th, 2012 4:01am

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