THE FLOWER

THE FLOWER

by Robin Shwedo

©: Robin Shwedo, 1970s



I picked a flower today.

It was in a field of tall, green grass.

I had been laying there,

watching the clouds take shape,

and,

upon getting up to leave,

there it was!

In a scattered group of yellow daffodils

and wild red roses

was a single white flower -

bigger,

more beautiful than the rest.

And now,

inside,

it is only

a pretty flower

in an otherwise

bare room.



Written during the 1970s. Sometimes, it's best just to leave beauty where it's found.

This is part of my collection titled Poetry Unassigned, which is looking for a publishing home.