The Violet (Contemporary Poetry)

A single bloom on a summer’s day

Hears humanity,

But worries not in their affairs.

Never knows their sins

Or afflictions.

Her life is a simpler sort.

Her roots run deep,

Into the earth,

Where Mother keeps her grounded.

She reaches for Father

Whose guiding light

gives her life and nourishment.

She learns from bird and bee,

Befriends the bug and worm,

Holds hands with her neighbor.

She feels no want or fear.

She doesn’t fight for her place.

She doesn’t climb up to higher places.

Instead, she sits,

Content in her space,

Smiling at the sun.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s