POEM STARTER

Submitted by Brynlee

'I don't want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers.'

Use this sentence to inspire a poem or short scene.

Wildflower

I don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers


I sway, with my sisters, I stretch, with my sisters, I fall, with my sisters


Do I become something ‘other’ when I am first noticed?


What if I am never noticed?


Then am I free? To be. In this vastness of pastel


If a yellow petal falls among pink and purple, do they scurry away


Wanting to flee from the strangeness?


Never. My sisters have never rejected me


We are the same.



But I am a weed. Who has called me such?


My seed planted me here, same as all the rest.


Carried on the wind of wishes and dreams


Until I have found my place with the flowers



What makes one a “weed”


When it seems the children take no issue in braiding me into their hair


When they pick me with my sisters, one lovely flower joins a choir, then called “bouquet”


When I have transformed, and children blow magic into the air


Magic that I long to spread to every corner and every far reaching land


Children can see me for my wonder


So I adopt the label of those that love me, see me.


I am a wildflower

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