James McLain

Gold Star - 40,646 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

A Flower Never Picked - Poem by James McLain

The forest is this ment to be
tossed out
this world I could not ever see.

Mighty oceans,
stars that blink above.
Below dark open silence
wherein should I long to wait?

The trees,
long broad open leaves.
Are they often softer green?

Are they not
and when I hear you speak
to all the others,
I am like them not.

Still inside,
and moving floating islands
running streams.
As did you
when foam is warm upon the sea.

Fear you can not ever bear,
and I am
I was come to be Am I?

Come here then
and tell me when you feel it.

To wade again into the sun.
And summer never yellow comes.
A flower by the meadow never,
am I picked.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 28, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 17, 2011

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