Mostly Poetry

Amidst the winter gray
At a time so inappropriate
Found only in places where
Civilized people don’t stand

Quiet, hidden bloom
Full of color and beauty
Fragrant flower
Sordid secret

You are loathed
You are misunderstood
You who find perfection
Only out of season

Oh hidden bloom
Dare not speak
Of the fertile soil
Where your roots grow deep

Cover the fountain
Quiet the rustling leaves
Safe from prying eyes
Your secret is yours to keep

The essence of fullness is hidden
Under this veil of silence
Discovered by accident
Hidden on purpose

Because people tend to destroy
Beauty that they don’t understand

~wbv

There are things in the heart
That are felt, but never spoken
They hide behind doors
That are hardly ever opened

If the mouth would not fail
To speak what the heart feels
Maybe passion could be nourished
Maybe love could be healed

But, as things are,
The feast is now rotten
The bread has gone stale
And the guests are forgotten

The things in the heart
The light and the fire
The life-giving warmth
And the burning desires

Are all left to die
A slow death of the soul
Those things in the heart
That must not be told.

~wbv