Saturday, July 2, 2011

Part of this Living Meadow

by Ingrid Prohaska
"The Garden in Flower" Claude Oscar Monet

I'm not a rose
nor am I a daisy
I'm not a tulip
nor am I an aster
you can not see me
but I am here
part of this living meadow

I'm not tall
nor do I have a special scent
my color is undefined
and I'm even not sure
if there is a tribe for me
but I am here
part of this living meadow

You don't see me
and you won't miss me
but I am here.
And I want to bloom
with all my power
till the moment I die
to make this place
a beautiful one
because I want to be
part of a living meadow

My name?
Hm, I'm not sure
if there is a name for me
I usually say
well, it's just me
with the strong wish to be
part of a living meadow

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska


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2 comments:

  1. A wonderful poem - sometimes, though, I feel you sell yourself short.

    I hope all is beautiful in Vienna this weekend!

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  2. Thank you very much, JRD!
    Happy that you enjoyed it - and well I'm working on this issue :)
    Sunny greeting to Toronto!

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