One of these things is not like the others,

One of these flowers is an island of blue;

She stands alone, amidst all the silver,

She isn’t ashamed of her different hue.

She isn’t aware that her petals’ arrangement

Stubbornly shouts out her personal flair;

She isn’t trying to mimic the snow-scape,

Or trying to squelch how she grows. Β Her air

Is one of contentment, of ‘I have arrived!’

She blooms where her seed has fallen by chance.

Her radiance, her difference, will draw all the eyes,

And hers is the visage that’s worth second glance.

12 comments on “Different

  1. I just love your photography!

  2. Robert Rife says:

    This poem’s like all the rest…huh, ya see what I did there? The poem…”Different”…huh, get it…? (Nice one, Melody).

  3. Caddo Veil says:

    Very nice, Melody–and blue is my fave color, so I love the picture as much as the poem!! God bless your week–love, Caddo

  4. Petro Neagu says:

    Oh, I see! You are a perfectionist! πŸ™‚


  5. Maria Tatham says:

    food for eyes and soul!

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