Wildflower, wildflower, set against the sky.
Exquisitely she bursts her very self
upon its canvas deep and blue strong inside, strong to give
more than till that moment has been lived.
Ah, vanities, her leaves!
Stretching out from root and stem
tenderly, touching their surround
laughing at what storm and caterpillar bring.
Wildflower, wildflower, bent against the wind.
Adversity will come! her shapely stem shouts gaily.
Let us dance as we scatter seeds of loveliness
adorn our heavens and delight
in our sunny blest domain.
Your soul has touched your world—
some see all that they can be
in each petal dressed in awe
and wonder at the treasures yet within.
Wildflower, wildflower, wild as wild can be
how tamed you are by love, you silly thing.
Graciously you bow and humbly grin—
all was folly but to seed this day
when ripe roots tether deeper still
and drink at last their long and aching fill.
Wildflower was inspired by my sister who is a tough-as-nuts maritime archaeologist with gooey marshmallow inside. After varsity, many moons ago, she dabbled with growing flowers for a bit, and it’s that image of her that percolated in my subconscious. She’s weathered all sorts of storms and been there for me in my toughest times. The first four stanza came quite quickly, but the poem only managed to finish itself years later.
Written by Lana Hunneyball
Editor I Writer I Author I Poet
I believe in the power of words to connect, inspire, and transform.
"Life is giving birth to yourself" ~ Erich Fromm