Are you Still

Are you still within the wildflowers

untamed and shivering 

adrift beneath the sun  

or have you become your own river

breached and claiming 

whatever comes come May

Yesterday, No

I believe it was only this morning

a twig of flight fell upon me

as if to tap its soul and 

wake me from this dream

The sound of crashing metals,

bluejays, and dark clouds

orchestras all around

Again the memory came 

as if all was one inside a landscape of 

this single leaf -

bursting from a multitude

burning to live again

just as clear as if only to reach me

I had to return

I had to fall back into deeper dreams

into the spring of the higher glades I'm certain I've held

where I've known you among your wildflowers again

Author's Note

photo..me

Reviews

[Soyam]

The words flow effortlessly, painting vivid pictures of wildflowers, sunlight, and a flowing river. ... the essence of yearning and longing, transporting you to a place where the heart and soul find solace.

Beautifully crafted...

[Perdition]

So very kind and had to reread it's been a while since I was here. Thank you so much for the wonderful review and words and for making me return to this page as it is a place I love to write about especially when referring to special times and persons. Looking forward to reading your poetry as well and once more, many thanks!

[Soyam]

My pleasure I stopped here to read this beautiful piece of art.

[emmajoygreen]

Near divinity, sir.. words to dance and dream to! Your world grabs front of stage. drama and beauty eloquently acting out their thoughts. Your wild is not a wilderness but a meandering with wolves and singing hedgerows and mountains that echo more than harmoniously.

'.. a twig of flight fell upon me -- as if to tap its soul and == wake me from this dream.. '

[Perdition]

I was looking through the whole wide world….sometimes crumbs are just enough to leave you wondering ? Now the world is a wolf and I am only the doors to some

[Perdition]

-Thing less or …

[emmajoygreen]

.. .. you obviously know about more, sir!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

It was me....I was running through the wildflowers looking for my ol friend the lion...we played here in our youth. I think he shuffles now and I limp...but it's still a stupendous poem for a Birthday surprise! Hugs

[Perdition]

Awww…. should’ve said something I would’ve baked the cake… Lol and so long as you are writing, there is never a limp to your step. That’s for me I have another version of this poem that has all the great f**k words and I may post it but with a different title lol! Now remember, last December, January, January, and February you made a pact to start raining again and so if I go to your site and it isn’t pouring we’re going to have some issues you and I! Even if it’s three letters “yes“ can be a poem. Think of Hemingway’s Baby shoes for sale never worn! At least, if memory serves, I think, think that’s how it goes.
Bad memory, lately, like driving in a thick fog but fortunately, that only makes for better poetry !! Thanks, Queenie , will be back in just a little bit as taken care of the Folks up on the mountain, along with the foxes and the rivers. Well, you know my story what the hell am I talking about? :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

My dear Joseph, you have an observant eye for photography. Your opening verse is extraordinary and well executed by the delicacy of verses that follow. The wildflowers, for me, are a prognostication to a hopeful spring..."whatever comes come May."

[Perdition]

The spirit of poetry lends its art to the mind in finding those moments of beauty that fill us in detail..I could have dropped and written this poem upon a rock but to write the poetry then, I thought rather of what beauty was to come and found it better to continue the subtleties up the mountain so I snapped and here we are...All this to say thank you, Kelly..lol. For not only for your response to my review but for your kind return. A pleasure to read your thoughts as always come what comes of May. Happy Spring~

[Lisasview]

Good morning,
Your poem gave me chills.. good chills … with such dreamy thoughts.
Your verses moved smoothly into each other.
Your thoughts make the reader think and thinking is always good.
I love metaphors and found quite a few within your delightful poem.
Lisa, in sunny Spain

[Perdition]

Is it? A good morning? I hope so Lisa in sunny Spain. Always a delight to read your reactions to my ramblings set to prose or even dare I call it poetry. She is here, there, everywhere, and at the same time, it seems as if she is nowhere at all but mostly she is in my heart waiting to fill it with what has evaded me the entirety of life. I depend on her far too much. Thank you for seeing that! and I will make certain she smiles with it, as I feel her doing so now. Cheers to Spain~

[Lisasview]

Interesting thoughts... Is this your muse?
mostly in your heart ... so is this about not finding love..true love?
See, your response is in itself a poem...
Lisa

[Perdition]

Maybe...maybe not...could be and then again it could be she is right over there..POOF!!..lol. Self-love is a fabulous start and love for all things is where it all transcends...but meet me in the alleyway at midnight and use the code word .."Shambala Sutra" and I'll tell ya her name...lol. Could be Poetry...my Lady P..or...Oh my gosh, I did not sleep an inch last night and must get to the mountains so forgive my ramblings...though they are sincere and much like... Mostly like Bob Dylan, I would ask "What does it mean to you?;) Smiles and appreciations Lisa..will return in a few days or hours so Thank you as your interest which is very much appreciated as I loved the question very much ~

[Lisasview]

You are most welcome.
Strange that as we get older we actually tend to get way busier... Never seem to have enough time to just disappear...
L

[Chris Shaw]

Goddess Gaia, I felt her presence here in these beautiful lines

Are you still within the wildflowers
untamed and shivering
adrift beneath the sun

I love the idea she has become her own river flowing downstream into May

Such charming imagery but also an uplifting feeling when reading here.

And that single leaf bursting into spring. A gorgeous poem posted. Stirred the senses, particularly sight, sound and touch.

I lingered and read several times.

Chris

[Perdition]

A lingerer aye?!...lol. As long as you wish and twice more over and never fear the rage to post your truth Chris as I know you will and greatly appreciated as always...Happy Spring come what May!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"have you become your own river?"
I like that...and the wildflowers remind me of Melanie
and her song in which she sings..."I'm the river's lover, but I'll be the ocean's bride"

to know one among the wildflowers...quite romantic...she is free, untamed...

[Perdition]

Just to know the wildflowers alone...to turn the florists green and walk the hillsides with the breeze and sunlight and see her there gathering as I was thirsty for the same. Who was she?...different to everybody really but truly the muse beyond doubt. How lucky we've been to know of all this wilderness and wildness we study, through the eyes and hands that guide us ..as for this Melanie song...hmmm?.lol. Thanks J.

[Ken e Bujold]

my friend, the cadence of this poem is bloody, no make that god-smacking unbelievable. From the opening line I was transfixed, jealous by the time I came to the end. Very very very (3 verys = a bountiful heaven of stars) impressive write P

ken

[Perdition]

I heard the rumors dear friend that you had become a victim of these recent cafe tragedies ...I hope you were able to recover or at least know that the poetry flies within and always the tap is open. Thank you for the kind return and words...welcome back!.

[Ken e Bujold]

not sure what the tragedies are. The only reason for my recent scarcity is the push to finish the book. Once that is out of the way will be back firing off reviews like a mad poet from Ostracization...the lilliput of Swiftians...ah you know what i mean

once again, really enjoyed the poem