Colleen Wright

Rookie (Central west of New South Wales, Australia.)

Against The Wind. - Poem by Colleen Wright

I'll tell you of a story that happened once upon a time,
and will tell it to you my way, in words that rhyme.
Please just relax and listen closely to learn
from this little story, of hearts that did burn.

Amidst a country field grew a wild red poppy
and it smiled as it swayed - it was very happy.
Then one day a similar flower near it did spring.
It was a beautiful soft yellow, and seemed to sing.

The yellow poppy soon did flourish and bloom
and from within it exuded a wonderful perfume.
The sweet scent soon caught the red flower's nose
and it was attracted to it, as though a bee to a rose.

The stems of the blooms did quickly grow and grow
as a fondness between the two, they soon did know.
They grew so long and strong and as they did sway
they laughed and cried often as they happily did play.

Then on one unexpected day those long, lean stems
were caught in the warm summer wind, and as gems
they sparkled and shone, as each other they did find
and swayed closely, then so gently, they did entwine.

The field grasses accepted the wild flowers as they did bloom,
and as the autumn winds began to show signs that all too soon,
the season would change, and also would the happy blooms too.
The winter winds came, and both poppies stuck together, as glue.

They protected, clung and held each other so very tight
as the seasons changed, and soon again Spring did fight
to warm and open wide the new blooms of each new day,
when many new species did surface, to the earliest sun-ray.

Without warning some sudden unexpected breezes did catch
the loving flowers, before growth of their new seeds did hatch.
The strong gusty winds begun to tug and to pull at the plants,
it was tearing away leaves, and was even disturbing the ants.

All too soon the long stems had become weak and untangled.
The red poppy cried as the yellow mate's mind felt mangled.
Without a connection the distance between them did grow
as each bent into different directions that they did not know.

Quickly time passed and the wicked winds weathered each bloom
and painful tears, scars and bruises from their experience did loom.
The damage was deep, the hurt irrecoverable, and could never heal.
Loving feelings were lost and far apart, and were impossible to feel.

A miracle did happen as one fine day those cruel winds did change,
and suddenly without warning the two poppies were within range,
and the blooms glanced and smiled as they once again did sway
to the swing of the warm Spring breeze, and a greeting did pay.

Together again they felt each other's petals and began to give
growth and joy, as they now learned that again they could live.
Of their life story and their bruises, they thanked God above
as they learned, and once again they entwined and did love.


Comments about Against The Wind. by Colleen Wright

  • Arti Chopra (10/17/2006 8:56:00 PM)


    What alovely moving tale of 2 flowers...Loved it...and a few of your other poems..you write well
    regards
    Arti
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  • (8/10/2006 5:53:00 AM)


    A miracle did happen as one fine day those cruel winds did change,
    and suddenly without warning the two poppies were within range,
    and the blooms glanced and smiled as they once again did sway
    to the swing of the warm Spring breeze, and a greeting did pay.

    the way you tell us the natural story of this like a great spiraling.... I really love the way you write it,
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  • (8/2/2006 2:28:00 PM)


    Ma Colleen...and that could apply to any two people lost and finding themselves again...lovely poem well rhymed and structured...love...nalini (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 2, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, August 20, 2010


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