Wildflowers swim in a sea of grass breaking to the surface, dipping back below the green, gliding to and fro as the wind creates ripples and waves petal overlapping petal like scales on fish, they bob and undulate. If I dangled a raindrop on a hook could I catch one?
I live in Missouri, a more beautiful place than many realize. I love writing, reading, walking, bicycling, and making lists. I’ve written poetry since I was seven. A few years ago I branched out into short fiction and memoir pieces. I also perpetually have a novel in progress. My brain pursues ideas at a brisk pace, wandering all over the map. This blog represents one of my efforts to keep up with it.
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3 thoughts on “Poem: Wildflowers Swim”
Good morning (well, from where I am at). I enjoy your poem; it reminds me of when I hiked in the open woods in Maryland. Excellent write-up. I want to feature your poem on my Friday Night Poetry Corner. I am a day late, but I still want to feature it. I will reblog your post, hoping others will come to your page and read more of your creative works.
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Good morning everyone (yes, this will be a very late poetry corner post–I know). Welcome to another Friday Night Poetry Corner. Today I am featuring a wonderful writer, Nomadic Noesis, and her poem, “Wildflowers Swin.” It is a nicely written piece, and please visit her page to read more of her works.
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Thank you for sharing!