Volunteer,
Marigold.
It was not planted
was not loved
and yet in ground it flourished.
Breaking earth, surviving tangle,
depending upon heaven’s rain
the tender root
held fast and deep.
Marigold
Volunteer.
Author notes
The inspiration for this piece is a little Marigold I saw at work the other day. Deeper shades of meaning I see as well.
Please tell me what you think
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Love it
So much meaning in this poem. To me unexpected beauty can appear out of the blue. This work can be interpreted in so many ways. I love its simplicity too! I'm still having a rough time getting over the loss of my youngest brother that I cared for until he passed . Maybe I would cope better if some poetry would flow out again. Thanks for all your support you have given me!


