Perhaps the most beautiful flowers in the world
Aren’t the brightest or biggest showroom blossoms
But the small and commonplace
That take hold in crevices and cracks
Battered by the tides
And nourished only by perseverance and hope
Survive to wave their own flags
Declaring the sovereignty of inherent beauty
Augmented by the improbable flourish delivered in such a place
Where weeds become wonders
David Trudel © 2013
Image by the author, taken with an iPhone 3G
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Beautiful 🙂
Thank you Meaghie!
Love that close.
I was taking a break on a long bike ride, staring out to sea. Took a few standard photos of sweeping vistas then I noticed this little splash of colour at my feet and got the idea for the poem and had to take this shot! Glad you liked it.