The Wildflower

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The Wildflower

It could have been you,
hiding behind the post,
stretching out your arms,
faced upturned and smiling
at the early morning sun.
You were waving at me softly,
 swaying with the breeze,
it was only wishful thinking,
but you look so much the same.
As I walked a little closer
I nearly called your name.
A scent so very subtle
drifted through the air,
reminding me of the last time
I tied a ribbon in your hair.

I picked the wildflower for you,
but you're much too far away,
shall wilt before you see it,
this one I picked today.
Against its velvet petals
can't watch you stroke your face,
 but together we will pick the one
that grows up in its place.
This goes into the special book
pressed between the pages,
hidden in our secret place
we've known about for ages,
knowing when you come again
will be the first place that you look.

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SuSpence commented on The Wildflower

12-11-2010

I loved the flow of this, and as I read it is almost as if you are describing a dream. Reminds me of my girlfriend and I. We are apart right now, but will be together again in just 10 days! Wahoo! But in the few months we could only speak over the phone, and longed for each other, we took solice in a dream world we created, our meadow. Where we meet each night in our dreams. This reminded me of that special place where my love an I meet, and was sentimental for me for this reason. Wonderful write. ~Spence

julieannetx

12/12/2010

Thanks so much!

Madelynn commented on The Wildflower

11-19-2010

Special sentiments.. that's what this is! Your visuals where so on cue, and brought me to the field where you shared that captured moment.. this is special, and in the recesses of your mind- thinking of that day- that blossom will always remain- beautiful flow, beautiful story, beautiful heart!-Maddi

Marsink commented on The Wildflower

11-17-2010

The gentle care of wording neatly folds this lilting work into the forefront of emotion. All imagery is played upon the mind of the reader in beautiful facets reflected from your heart! Applause crescendo!!

julieannetx

11/18/2010

Thanks you so much for your eloquent thoughts!

Kanicki commented on The Wildflower

11-16-2010

Julia - a gentle tender nice write and enjoyable to read...you're inspiration must be a sweetheart too...LOL

julieannetx

11/17/2010

Thank you...my inspiration for this poem is my little red-headed niece who loves to pick flowers with her aunt

kdarcy commented on The Wildflower

10-31-2010

Loved it, held a sweet innocence that brought a smile to my tired face this evening. Well done, be well k

julieannetx

11/01/2010

Thank you so much! My niece inspired it as she reminds me of a wildflower.

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

julieannetx’s Poems (29)

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The Daydream 1
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I Have Seen 1
SO LONG AGO 13
The Cloak of Friendship 11
Mr. Moon 10
Should 7
Our Last Thought 5
The One 10
Chameleons 11
The Colors Of My World 7
My Sister 7
The Biker's Burial 17
A Tribute To Our Victory 15
Thanksgiving Humor 12
The Forbidden Fork 5
The Reunion 7
The Wildflower 5
DELANEY 2
HELL WILL BE WAITING 7
The Wave 2
Nightmare 5
Black Clouds 4
DISCARDED 2
A MOTHER'S DAY TRIBUTE 3
AN EGO MADE OF STONE 3
WITHOUT TRACE 4
DANGLING 7