Cryptogam
In shadowed hollows where sunrays belay,
There I live—a seedless form that's clinging.
No scent embellishes my cold display.
Though in quietude, my soul's still singing.
My deep yearning in this gentle despair—
To bloom like a wild and fragrant flower,
To feel the sun's kiss and the placid air,
And bask in nature's resplendent shower.
Still, my fragile hope serenely abides
And my dream lies on my dampened presence.
Yet through the night, a strength within me strides
Unseen, while the world's in deep quiescence.
Perhaps this form keeps me truly unique;
A fern that's unlike other plants they've known.
Hence, my soul still stands vibrant at its peak:
Like a cryptogam, stemless yet I've grown.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
