Wildflower in the Rain

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Perhaps the most beautiful words are those
which remain suspended in mid-air,
here,
over heathland pathways— I want you beside me;
listening intently,
in a world where honesty is considered imprudence
and shades of mauve are misinterpreted.
An inundation of sorts;
half sip of rhapsody, half of ache,
love is a portion of an epic poem adapted for recitation—
and I wonder
if poetry would suffice?

If anyone observes in me a slight hint of obstinacy?
Forgive me,
for I seem to have lost my breath,
your warm touch and nearness have my blood stirring—
like a wildflower in the rain,
I am beginning to comprehend what it’s like to yield.

 

 

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Posted for Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United

32 Replies to “Wildflower in the Rain”

  1. What an excellent poem. I’m crazy about this part in particular:

    “where honesty is considered imprudence
    and shades of mauve are misinterpreted.
    An inundation of sorts;
    half sip of rhapsody”

  2. love is a portion of an epic poem adapted for recitation—
    and I wonder
    if poetry would suffice?
    – lovely lines, Sanaa.

  3. You have quite a gift when writing Sanaa to have the reader pondering over “honesty is considered impudence” then leading on to ultimate line “…comprehend what is like to yield,” as she finally succumbs.

  4. Love this I love “words suspended in mid-air” and “a world where honesty is considered imprudence and shades of mauve are misinterpreted” Brilliant

  5. Like Magaly, I got caught up in the opening lines and the beauty of words ‘suspended in mid-air’ – the things left unsaid – until I read on to the lines:
    ‘half sip of rhapsody, half of ache,
    love is a portion of an epic poem adapted for recitation’,
    which suggests to me that we must speak our love aloud for the potion to work, that we can’t leave those words ‘suspended in mid-air’.

  6. Love the line “love is a portion of an epic poem adapted for recitation”! The poem brings desire through the dangers of misinterpretation and performance to that lovely wordlessness at the end.

  7. Unsaid words create a density in the air. I’d hope for honesty, imprudent or not, to help me see and feel more clearly.

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