inside a box
wrapped in a bow
under wrinkled paper
(contained)
blue roses
at my door
I am a wildflower
I am a meadow
I am a wide open space
you can’t sit me on a shelf
you can’t put me in a vase
(i’m withering here)
blue roses don’t exist
blue roses can’t grow
I am a wildflower
I am a meadow
I am a wide open space
(you don’t know)
grow
wild
blue
This is so lovely and a vivid reminder too!
thank you 🙂
Beautiful!
thank you!
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come and read Sarah’s beautiful and vivid “Blue”.
Thank you for reblogging my poem!
great poem ❤ loved it! xxx
Lovely writing:)
There is so much beauty in you’re writing.
A beautiful read Sarah, so in tuned. Thank you for your presence. Look forward to your writings!
William
❤😊