Not the queenly rose that rules a garden
not the pristine lily that adorns saintly hands
not the cheerful sunflower, nor fragrant jasmine
but a wildflower, unheralded, unseen, I am.
Obscurity is the meadow where I grow
The wealth of the earth is my bed
I dream beneath the stars’ watchful glow
and wake to the birds’ serenade.
He who planted me crowns me with dew
and sends butterflies to kiss my cheeks.
What more could a flower ask?
Serenity is my lot. I have more than enough.
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I am trying to overcome a blogging/writing block. Hopefully, I can be more active with blogging during the summer when school is out.
For DVERSE’s Meeting the Bar – I am, The First Person Narrative prompt.
MY WALL 
Beautiful and honest. What a wonderful poem!
Thank you so much, Lucy. 🙂
Beautiful poem, Imelda.
I do however love meadows and the “ Prästkrage” in your picture even has its own song in the
land I come from.
Your last stanza is wonderful.
Miriam
Thanks for the feedback, Miriam, and for the new word, too. I have to look up the song now. 🙂 Have a great week.
Beautiful thought.
Hey there. I think I would rather be a wildflower personally. Smiles. I like the humility in acknowledging that all we hv comes from the one that planted us. That stanza of the dew and the butterflies is def my favorite.
Thanks, Brian. 🙂
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Thanks. 🙂
Welcome back!
Thanks. Para akong palitaw – lumulubog, lumilitaw. 🙂
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Such a gorgeous wildflower. I specially love this part:
The wealth of the earth is my bed
I dream beneath the stars’ watchful glow
and wake to the birds’ serenade.
Good to read you again Imelda. Take care.
Thanks, Grace. 🙂 I am so glad to be back (if only once in a while). Take care as well.
This is very beautiful!
Thank you. 🙂
A lovely wildflower statement. Queen Anne’s lace came to mind as I read it.
Queen Anne – the quintessential wildflower. 🙂 They make summers lovely indeed.
Thanks for coming by, Beverly. 🙂
As do we with their simple beauty. (K)
True. 🙂
Thanks.
What more could a flower ask? Heartwarming and beautiful!! Simple pleasures are the best. 🐞
Thank you. 🙂
Beautiful. Thanks for sharing, Imelda. 🙂
Thanks, Jenna. 🙂
Magnificent in its humility. When one is quiet, the gentle, nurturing things come.
Thanks for the feedback, Lisa. 🙂
You’re welcome, Imelda.
Your poem is a lovely wild flower.
A truly lovely piece, Imelda. Writer’s block loses again.
Thank you so much for the kind words, Mr. Teemley. 🙂 Have a great day.
You too.
lovng this, kissed by butterflies. wonderful sound out loud with this too. I love it!
Beautiful poem! Nature is such an inspiration.
Thank you very much. So true, nature evokes so much wonder in a person.
So beautiful Imelda.. it seems like such a long time since I’ve posted regularly … but I too want to try to do more… Diane
Hi, Diane. Nice to see you again in WP.
I’ve been on and off blogging, too. There are just too many chores and too many other things to do outside of blogging. But it is summer now, so I have a little more time to spare with my little writing hobby.
I hope you check in every now and then, catch up with old bloggy friends. And I hope you are all well and good.
Is it a photograph of wild flower?Unbelievable.Thanks a lot for sharing.Take care.🌹👍🙏
They are daisies that I found growing at the edge of a forest. So, in that respect, they are wild.
May be,but they are so beautiful.Thanks for the clarification. Take care.🌹👍🙏