#bubbleburster

[rainbowunicornsparkless]

if this guy in class opens his mouth one more time i am going to lose my marbles

[honesthearthealing]

It’s National Poetry Month! Here’s one of mine: 

Flower Girl                                                                

 Simple appreciation of beauty

No rules, no restrictions, no judgement.

I loved all the flowers that appeared.

I stood near, or squatted down,

Or laid out in front on my stomach, so I could prop up my head and get a closer look

Of the whole miraculous creation.

The stem, and sepal holding the flower to the stem, the leaves,

The bloom with its vibrant colors, textures, patterns–

Even a solid color flower always had subtle variations.

And the center-

Oh my,

Like a whole world inside there!

The beauty and complexity

Left me inspired and filled with joy and hope!

 I never gave thought to a system of valuing blooms.

I never conceived of the idea;

That some may be unworthy of admiration

Because some appointed-

Or unappointed person decided to call them

Weeds!

The joy that every blossom brought was stored

Within my little girl heart.

And my time shared with these miracles of perfection

Was a stash of secret strength and magic-

A gift given only by flowers.

I rarely felt the need to harvest any flowers.

I knew I’d just return again soon  

To enjoy their fragrant potion and unmatched beauty.

 One day, as I was admiring some growing-taller white flowers with bright yellow centers

I was leaning in to admire the variety of how their petals

Decided to unfold.

Though they were all the same sort,

Each was her own special unique expression.

I was admiring how some leaned toward others and touched petals- holding hands.

Some decided to grow a bit larger and pushed taller, closer to the sun.

All accommodated visiting bees and seemed

Pleased with their royal guests.

And then…. a bubble-burster,

A rainer-upon-parades sidled up next to me,

Saying, “You know those are just weeds, right?”

Oh! the joylessness of the snobbish. They’ll never hear the laughter of flowers.

                                   By Carole Wilde Jackson

[iddleweezer]

Me Catching up with life and then boom... #bubbles #childhoodmemories #bubbleburster #pologrounds Dahil #minsanlangmagingbata (at Padang Polo, Ipoh)