Wildflower

photo by PSC

Wildflower

Not some horticultured whore, she was

missing the vivid purples, reds and pinks of the

roses and poppies she palled around with;

no bright berries nor succulent seeds,

no showy foliage to lay claim to.

All but invisible among her more colorful chums,

her pale and silver-white self

providing backdrop for bold, bright others.

Not a beauty to be seen with the naked eye,

more an aura of the soul, the spirit, the psyche.

Silent, not showy, in the sunshine, but

gracing the garden in moonlit glow

while others dimmed and faded into darkness.

Planted not by the gardener, nor tended with care, but

strewn by providence, and left to her own devices, she

blew into this garden bed to take root, and bloom.

PSC/2009-Nov

This is my Day 1 offering for the 5 Days of Poetry Chain.

Thanks to:

 Janet Rice Carnahan, Pearl Ketover Prilik and C.b. Wentworth 

for inviting me to play along. 

If you  are interested in joining the chain, 

"message me" on fb (Pamela Smyk Cleary) and I'll add you!