The season of the rains had passed
The forking paths, all lush and green
And somewhere in the undergrowth
A shy little flower bloomed unseen.
My feet walked those verdant trails
Seeking spots my weary self to lean
Uncaring of who or what approached,
The shy little flower bloomed unseen
I gazed in wonder at the lofty trees,
Wound with creepers, thick with mossy screen
But down near the forest floor,
The shy little flower bloomed unseen.
A river warbled its eternal lilt to me
Gurgling aloud over pebbles smooth and clean
Safe in its hidden nook,
The shy little flower bloomed unseen
Bright with butterflies, and brilliant petals
Never did I behold such a woodland scene
Unheeding of its deep oblivion,
A shy little flower bloomed unseen
My soul held fast in a fragrant snare,
I looked closer for its source serene
Long did I forage amongst the herbs to find
A shy little flower blooming unseen.
My heart caught fast in its tendrils redolent
I wanted to proclaim the beauty I had seen
My clarion call cut off by the flower
Which wanted to spread its joy unseen!
Pensively I retraced my steps
From the frailest do we wisdom glean
A wispy woodland flower taught me how
To spread radiance yet remain unseen.
One reply on “Unseen”
This is so beautifully written with judicious depth and rhythm. The extended metaphor of the flower representing the quiet torch-bearers of society is weaved into this masterpiece so wonderfully. The imagery is perfect as well- I can still see the forest scene you have created in verse. A fantastic work of poetry; a poet’s dream.