I’m afraid to walk the path I’ve walked before,
Lest memories of you and I forever roar.
I glance at you, and an amusing feeling stays,
A smile on your face, a joy that never fades.
But beauty, like a wildflower, doesn’t want to be tamed,
And though you’d keep it, it’s already claimed.
By someone else, perhaps, or maybe just by time,
Leaving you with memories, and a heart that’s still aligned.
How he serves is commitment, a promise to adore,
Yet I’m stuck, torn between love and the freedom to explore.
Spent my whole life learning how to survive,
Yet never quite learn how to live;
The mountains, the rivers, the wildflowers wait,
With a beauty I fail to receive.
Too short to live, too long to die;
Quite easy to be hurt, too hard to cry.
I can easily surpass violent storms,
Yet fail to fit into these social norms.
I beg of you, set me free, unbind my soul,
Let me write, roam, and sing without a role;
I do not wish to merely spend my days,
Not live a life confined to borrowed ways.
And when I die,
Please don’t cremate me;
Rather bury me in the meadows,
And sow a sunflower seed above me.
And if religion denies it,
Then burn me into ashes;
But please don’t cast me away
Into the vast sea of vain.
Plant me in those same meadows,
So I may return…
As a wildflower once again.
Walls protect you as you move,
I’ve built them too high to scour.
Leading with survival instinct
demands the thickest of skin.
Flattened ears always on guard
lowering my gaze won’t happen.
Open range feels like freedom
without risking vulnerable parts.
Envious of those built to shield
rare are those called sheepdogs.
Wild doesn’t mean being obvious,
a quiet strategy is what it takes.
Labeled by image not by action
lacerates straight through reality.
Feral flourishes inside of silence
leaving chaos to bloom and grow.
On the run when I’m standing still,
what else did you expect from me?
Energy must eventually be expelled,
rather than remain inside to fester.
I walked through the garden where the jasmine lies
I found the brightest star in your breathtaking eyes
When your eyes nearly uttered in my widest hour
I felt the paradise among the wild flower
Bewildered and stuck in labyrinth of your heart
I shall linger till the heaven falls apart
Abiding round your love is neither my victory
Nor I could narrate it as my story
Your presence nurtured me, and liss my soft desire
I've sailed through your cerise nose to your cheeks like briar
I watch the bare sky painting your tempting smile
Cacophony litherly upmake a melody and makes me more fragile
oh tell me what's this ruse my little friend?
proud petals spread and reaching for the sun
did you not think that you might be undone
by all the winter white the heavens send?
I wonder can you wriggle rooty toes
dug deep beneath the frozen permafrost?
and what will your proud exhibition cost
when that chill winter mistral lastly blows?
I think perhaps you're quite a bit like me
not satisfied with summer's briefer tides
how quickly all that magic came and died
not ready yet to set those passions free
so know our meeting isn't just by chance
‘twas no mistake you blossom in the cold
you've given me a message - rich as gold
to make the most of ev’ry circumstance
for life's the grandest miracle indeed -
and you are far too charmed to go to seed.
~ 1st Place ~ in the “Snow Fantasy or Christmas Nostalgia Poetry Contest”, Constance La France, Judge & Sponsor
beautiful bright
within golden sunlight
by gentle rain kissed
in open field free
honeybees flirt
from bloom to bloom
in gentle dance
in summer air
living so free
needing for nothing
only warm sunlight
and the soft rain
oh to be like
a simple wildflower
living so free
in summertime
I waited hopefully
in wildflower fields
for love
but a mist settled over the buds
and the monarchs
have already migrated
I had to burn the fields
to keep myself warm
otherwise
I would’ve frozen under
the suffocating snow
but now
a bunny
hops into my field
it heard about the
endless stalks of
sunflowers
I search for uncharred stalks
but he couldn’t be saved
he died of hunger.
I saw a lone flower,
very delicate and pretty,
in a soft shade,
on a day windy,
it danced and swayed;
unaware . . . its friends had decayed.
whimsical wanderer wished watching wildflower with wonder.
whirls winsomely with her whims to wander in this wonderful world
Sponsor: Poetess Nette Onclaud
Contest Title: MONOKLITTERATION' Contest
Written Poem: 5-31-2025 12.39pm
Wildflower
Nette Onclaud’s Monoklitteration Contest
5-30-25
whispers waltz where willow weaves; wildflower’s wonder, weaving wistful warmth.
Note: Grateful for a 4th place finish in the Monoklitteration Contest.
Written 6/30/25 for Nette Onclaud's Monoklitteration Poetry Contest - Title #1
winsome woman weaving whimsy everywhere she wanders - wildflower
in wonderment she waltzed to womanhood -
wildflower whirlwind
met world
whimsically woven ~ wind stitched wonderland
30 May 2025
MONOKLITTERATION Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
dandelion dreams drift on the breath of a child's wistful wish
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