Bluebell

Written April 2007, pre-deletion date.

Bluebell

 

Hidden in the darkened roots of the old Oak tree,

The bluebell grows so plentiful, untainted wild and free.

Without the strength of sunlight this little weed grows tall,

Frolicking in the spring time and dancing in the fall.

Her charm it captures the heart of everyone she graces;

Her beauty is the smile upon so many faces.

Unique and distinct, completely without measure,

This lady of our woods is such a simple pleasure.

 

 

Reviews

[Angie- Reading As Fast ..]

Oh... so delicate and beautiful... such terrific imagery!

[Julian]

Taken as literal or as metaphoric this reads well. With some great imagery!Julian

[Creepy Swine Guy]

I love the subject matter. Wehave similar plants where I live (I am unsure whatthey are) they seem to live easily without need of sun. As for the poem, I very much enjoy couplets. You've writtin them free, easy and very well. The poem also has the feel of one of my Father's subtle hints too. A sublte reminder that:

We don't all have to be in the limelight (sunlight) to enrich the world. Sometimes the simplist most understated people give great joy to the world.

I am unsure if you intended that sublte lesson, but if not, it's just one more good thing that can be found in the poem.

[Susan M. Fenn]

This made my heart fill light and free, like the bluebell dancing amongst the trees. I envy that little flower, and wish it could be me, oh so desperately. *sighs* To be a pretty flower, to dance amongst the weeds, sounds the simple life, and I do wish it were me.
Look at what you've invoked! Brilliant, simple, sweet, and oh so joyful. I want to be the bluebell.. how I really do.

[Crazy Cat Man]

From a wink I thought it said "BlueBall" ha ha....anyways

great poem go... a great one to read in the morning :D The trees are outside and the birds are chirping...cool breeze