1973- I wrote a poem
1983- A copy of that poem was brought to me at the the real
estate office I worked in by a fellow realtor.
He said: "Did you write a poem in 1973 called "Like a
Flower Wild?"
I said: Yes".
He said: "Oh Man, my girlfriend left a copy of your poem
in my home after she left me. She said that this was exactly
how she felt about our relationship!"
Turns out I had worked with his girlfriend at an electronics company in Silicon Valley in 1973 and I had given her a copy.
Like A Flower Wild
Like a flower wild,
Free and full of color;
Linger there, she'll touch you,
The fragrence is she;
This flower's not for picking,
Enjoy her, let her be;
Long ago while dancing,
She fantisized anew;
His handsome hand did pluck her,
In the morning dew;
He tore away her wild roots,
Her colors then did fade;
She sold her soul and lost her mind,
No identity had she;
Rush away to freedom,
An inner voice did urge;
So like the mighty pollen,
She rode the train called wind;
A life so new found she,
Like a flower wild;
This flower's not for picking,
Enjoy her! Let her be!
1993 these last verses
arrived the way
poetry does-
from the soul
Now that she has risen,
A wise and weathered soul;
She realizes there's more,
Than living with-in ones's soul
So to the heavens,
She beckons;
Lord, fill me,
Set me free!
Connect me with,
Your souls on earth;
Until we reign,
With Thee!
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Very nice Mom....
ReplyDeleteBarb, I just now came upon your Blog postings, after all this time! This poem is GEAT. It has made a big impression on me. I know you have recited it more than once to me. But it just was not the same as experiencing it in a poem. I LOVE IT Your sis Nancy
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