The wildflowers and you.

The purple violet in your hair blooms for all the days

you spoke with a sparkle in your eye.

Fields of wildflowers dance at your presence.
The moon off the water winks;
cool winds turn warm.

Now, speak to me as if all the flowers were jealous and listening.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Beautiful words, picture and romantic union of both.

[Bare Trees]

Thank you, Emma.

[Cherrie Palmer]

...Now, speak to me as if all the flowers were jealous and listening...
Your entire poem was a breath of fresh air. I hope many readers find this beautiful poem I especially liked the closing stanza.

[Bare Trees]

Thank you, Cherrie for your nice comment.

[Chris Shaw]

Delightful poetry. A field of wild flowers is poetry itself. I really enjoyed your poetic expression here. Nice work.

Chris

[Bare Trees]

Thank you, Chris.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Beautiful words accompanied by beautiful scenery, who could ask for more? I love fields of wildflowers. It reminds me of driving through Texas and seeing the flower fields that stretch for miles. I like the line, "the moon off the water winks". Nicely done.

[Bare Trees]

Thank you for your kind review.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

My pleasure. It's pretty, both the poem and the pic. I'm a lover of beauty in all forms.

[Rye]

Aww so very beautiful, I like this write.

[Bare Trees]

Thank you.

[Edie Blue Starfish]

what an incredible poem, I've never read something so beautiful
your muse is one to hold on to!

[Bare Trees]

You're very kind, thank you.

[Amanda Trerotola]

"Now, speak to me as if all the flowers were jealous and listening."

Simply beautiful.

[Bare Trees]

Thank you.

[Onlyme]

Heaven on earth, expressing loves presences. Beautiful done, my I say.

[Bare Trees]

Thanks very much.

[JackValor86]

wow... alot of people read this, and its so simple, you must have alot of other work to back this up

[Bare Trees]

Back it up?

[Susan 🦋]

Hmmm interesting little write here..Your imagery and wording is very strong..this picture a perfert compliment...but what of the feelings??...why am I stumbling on "Now, speak to me..." I almost feel there is a sence of neglect? Is it the flowers that admire this lovely lady...or the "writer" the one jealous that perhaps this lovely lady fails to speak such words to "him?" LOL or I could just be overthinking this lovely piece. Nicely done! You have me pondering every word.

[Bare Trees]

Hmm? that's a good question. I don't recall what I was thinking at the time I wrote it, but I believe "speak to me" meant in the sense of someone sharing their intimate words they would not speak around other people.

Yet, I left it to people's interpretations to do the thinking for them. :)

[Bare Trees]

Oh yeah, I was listening to dark side of the moon before I wrote it too. ha