IMG_2099Perhaps 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




Filed under Poetry

4 responses to “Flower

  1. 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.

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