Wildflower Sea

.....to simple pleasures

Wade with me
Into this Wildflower Sea,
It stretches far beyond
What the eye can see,
Let nodding beauties
bow heads in curtsies,
Sway gently upwards
and brush our knees,
Colored buds of yellow and red,
We’ll use their petals
To make our bed,
Laugh playfully
While weaving flower crowns,
Lie back among their
Fragrant grounds,
Watch puffy clouds
In a sea of blue,
Whisper touches
Like soft drops of dew,
Heaven and earth
reflect and mirror,
An isle we are,
At their adjoining center.

© Tonya Greenlee

Fear To Me

.......staying true to oneself

I’m losing my identity,
Little parts and bits of me,
The same one I was,
I no longer see.
Raging turmoil, left to my past thee,
Suppress inside all I be,
Waiting, constrained to be free.
Am I my own worst enemy?
Forever trapped in eternity?
Can you, of future, hear my plea?
Mold me anew with your artistry~
For follow I will, what thoust decree.
If I should lose my integrity,
Return my being to the briny sea.

© Tonya Greenlee

A Fair Maidens Fall

On vellum parchment, Greek God of old,
Let nuance of deed, slip through his threshold.
Took elaborate quill, started to think,
Genius whispered, stroke of pen, scratch of ink.

Life of one fair maiden, the tale revealed.
Unsuspecting, a lovely soul unsealed.
Cunningly adept, crafting his own art,
Her bloom and unfurling glowed from the start.

In calligraphy style her story told.
Ancient characters, like roses unfold.
Beautiful swirls and elaborate script,
His skills lovingly honed on precious gift.

He took pleasures, in his ability.
Years were spent building her reality.
Poised being, enjoyment, her only duty,
Real verve was reflected in such beauty.

Antiquated Gods are prone to grow bored.
A charming life of one; thrown in discord,
His narrative, he began to neglect,
The topic forgotten, forlorn, abject.

His interest occupied in the baring.
Parchment was now laid aside, uncaring
Efforts to squander, fine time was wasted,
Samples of fresher exploits soon tasted.

With no focus in the mortals’ sweet life,
A sad tale unfolds of genuine strife.
Once simple trials, now magnified size,
Deserted she fades in helpless demise.

© Tonya Greenlee