The name I gave unto my pen
Has come and gone and always been
It's own benign undoing.
Social stigma calls me weed
Tells me I'm not blessed seed of
Lillies fair or roses bloom.
Ever-present, I don't hide so
Take the thorn out from your side.
Hip to hat and this for that
I will bloom and spread the rays
Screaming my creators praise
Tempting all with prick or pat,
Living large as shiny tower,
Ever growing wildflower.
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Written October 10th, 2005
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Ooo a very deep, complicated, yet simple poem. I found myself rereading it over and over, in all honesty. Now poems like these, they are the ones I like to read, the ones with messages and depth, hard for the casual reader to understand but easier for the person that takes the time to really consider them. You have a stroke of brillance in this; you made such a great poem and a poem that people would be interested enough in to really take the effort to notice it's beauty. Well done, nice flow, didn't have to be so so long that you had to get a point across.
Excellent job, standing ovation applause indeed!
*God Bless*
Sarah -
Thank you so much for your comments. It is very much a statement of appreciating the beauty of things that sometimes don't match the picture painted for us of elegance and beaty. Sometimes we see so much through the eyes of perceived popular oppinion that we miss a lot of majesty. While the rose is quite beautiful, if the world was all roses, we would be quite cheated of diversity.
Again, thanks for stopping by
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Beautiful poem
The comparison you make between tweed and wildflower invokes the thought of class distinction between those who are regarded (mostly by themselves) as the upper class and the wildflower as perhaps a lower class or thought to be as of little account by those of the upper classes who elevate themselves above anyone else. I think the terms tweed and wildflower are excellent for putting your thoughts across here in what you have written. When you think of it, what is more beautiful than a wild flower, it blooms there for everyone's enjoyment, stands up to the elements as it is hardier than a more exoctic plant or flower. Give me a wildflower anyday
I did enjoy reading this.
~Katie~
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Forgot the applause! You deserve it!
~Michael -
A very fine poem! Very deep and beautiful words flow together and make something one can tell is personal to you. Nicely done!
~Michael -
Thanks so much for the feedback and applaus BK. There are so many very special people I have met over the years who were truly gems that society just overlooks and would prefer to shove out of the way. The comparison of weed to wildflower has always held a special place for me. So often, we humans spend a lifetime trying to rid ourselves of --unsightly- weeds rather than looking deeper to see the beauty of the wildflower
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Wonderful
An exquisite write Thistle,
It flows very well, and the wording you used was perfect.
It fits your name very well, and has depth of charactor to it. Excellent work Thistle!
Regards,
Broken Knight
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