A wildflower

by Everlasting   Nov 23, 2016

You want to be a flower - red or white,
just like those roses in the pots of clay.
You want a solid color to display,
to feel as beautiful as they do, right?

You want the sun to shower you with light
to feel a little warmer by the day.
And so, beneath the oaks, you fondly pray
"Oh please, my God, appease my soul, tonight."

Written by: L.L.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist


    another EXCELLENT piece from you. ...



  • 1 year ago

    by Brenda

    This is just lovely! Your descriptives are spot on-

  • 1 year ago

    by Ben Pickard


    This is excellent. I thoroughly enjoyed it quite a few times.

    Well done and I'm glad this is nominated.


    • 1 year ago

      by Everlasting

      Thank you Mr. Larry, Em, and Ben.

  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    Did you write this for me lol.. Kidding aside
    Fantastic as always loved the last line

  • 1 year ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    Subtle. The imagery is brilliant. (red or white flower, clay pot, under the oaks).

    The last line, though, shifts the whole perspective. Appeasing the soul - possibly calming the spirit, becoming steady & "solid color" and, in a much more innocent concept, washing the soul clean like penance.