Wallflowers

A Poem

Photo by Tanner Boriack on Unsplash

Wallflowers don’t know where to bloom
So they sprout within shade of bowers
Camouflaged in dense foliage of leaves
Their petaled laughs within green rustles sieged
They find mirth in the strangest places
Tendrils twined to outskirts of wind’s frenzy
Growing in the bramble of stiff recluse
Brimming in dust of unworn dancing shoes
A yellow bee may momentarily flit about
to unfurl their breadth in sundry notes
They bleed a faint scent in ruminating stains
and curl moist and still, as after the tumult of rain

They can’t be coaxed into feverish bursts of sway
Underneath dark-lidded dreams, they’re always tipping astray.