The Gardener

This is an idea I've been working on, but a conversation with Anastasia Starlena helped me break through my block.

 

 

He tends his garden skillfully

With gentle hands and meticulous words.

Each flower is labeled,

Planted in a separate part

Of the garden where it

Receives his tender care.

Gentle and loving,

He gives each one the perfect amount

Of light and plenty of water from his can.

The orchids thrive and the roses blossom

With innocent, natural exuberance.

But, not me.

I’m the wild flower and I live

On the prairie, swaying in the breeze,

My face turned toward the sun,

Enjoying the fireflies and the stars.

The gardener could force me,

But I’d only wilt and die.

He understands.

It makes him sad, but

He’s content to watch

From the greenhouse as he

Once more prunes his lovelies

Patting their little petal heads as

He daydreams about me.

 

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Oh this was so nice,how I liked those flowers and especially this wild one
I dont know if you were hinting at the gardener always watching the wild flower
Everyone but me,I am wild and live on the prairie,I sway in the breeze
My face turned to the sun,enjoy fireflies and the stars,but I wilt and die
He understands,makes him sad but he d just watch,and daydreams about me
That was so nice and lovely,I really loved this..

[ashley]

I love, love, love this! The wildflower is wonderful, and I have a feeling that the metaphor is a personal one. Really great language and imagery. I especially love from " The Gardner could force me.." on, its really beautiful! Great work! : )

[Bare trees]

Could you be referencing a black sheep of the family? I think this is great! Black sheep or not, just the description is enough to make it worth coming back to many times, in fact, I believe This is going to my favorites, Great write.

[Nautili]

really loved this. There is that quality of man that wants to tame things that are wild....maybe that is why he daydreams about you. Really well written, I loved the imagery of the gardener "patting their little petal heads."

[An owl on the moon]

There is such a beautiful extravagance to your poem... your uniqueness is celebrated, though there is some sense of sadness in the garden's life. Wonderfully written with a vivid world amidst your words.

[Lizanne]

I love this work! The wildflower that cannot be tamed and the wiseness of the gardner to know this. So he makes over the pretty little domesticated flowers but dreams of the one on the prairie. The one that loves the sun and enjoys the breeze that rustles around her body and tousles her petals. A beautiful work of word art that so metaphorically describes the seduction of the quiet botanist by the young lady that loves to run with barefeet across the meadow in the bright sunshine, while the demur young lady sits back straight, ankles crossed, in a shaded garden chair. What a gifted pen you wielded on this wonderful play of words.

[Nix]

This is lovely, especially perfect for this time of year when it's boiling and the flowers are flourishing. It also makes me feel a longing, a desire to be noticed or thought of. Maybe this wild flower sees itself as the odd one out, as different from the others? Really interesting Honeypot, got my brain ticking this morning... that is a challenge most mornings. ;) x

[cilla]

This is a beautiful piece that reminds me of the phrase ... everything will grow in its own time. True beauty is a gift to be admired, a gift to aspire to but not to be possessed. When the rose requests a mirror it will surely begin to wilt. So, I thought the greenhouse keeper would not be sad but inspired to see beauty outside of his glass walls that can sustain itself without his caring hand.

[Big ol' Kahuna]

I liked this especially after the depth of where it was evolved from.

You would definetly be one of the most unusual and beautiful wild flowers growing out there, and I think I would be one of those tall strong weeds growing nearby, smelling slightly like that little black and white critter; filling some of the people with rage, and others with smiles and laughter.

Very deep, very well scribed, beautifully done; as usual.

[fireblossom]

That is a dear poem. Kind, accepting and loving. I really like it.

[Kathryn Star, Shine!]

Wow, I'm impressed at the way you wrote this. The difference between being led and cared for, and the 'wild flower' that tends its own way. What an impact! K