A wildflower
Drops seed where it grows
Swept up in a breeze
Carried in a whirlwind
Petals of pastel
Burst through where
Attempts failed
Crops died
Famine threatened
A fragrance of hope
Whispers its way
To someone’s senses
And thus
A florist is born
dversepoets.com it is quadrille Monday. The prompt word is wild.
mehflowers 
Smiling I am. I also used the idea of wild flowers. Love this idea that they plant themselves wildly, many times at the whim of the winds, and a florist is born. 🙂
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I like the thought of a florist being born even when famine threatens.
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I love wildflowers best of all.
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Nice!
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“A fragrance of hope
Whispers its way
To someone’s senses
And thus
A florist is born”
Nice! I am minded of spring, the first signs of life after a long winter.
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A fragrance of hope, A florist is born. I am thankful for the wildflowers.
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Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous write 💝
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The k you so much!
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I love the title, Mary, and that you’ve captured the whole story of not only a wildflower but also a florist in your 44-word quadrille. The short lines convey the movement of a seed in a whirlwind.
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Thank you Kim!
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oooooooh. i love the story telling only in 44 words.
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Always keep hope alive!
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Please do to secure a tomorrow
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🙂
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I like how your poem grows as the flower that throws seeds grows.
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Thank you!
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You are welcome.
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I love to become a florist on what’s carried by the wind.
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Nice ending! I also like the way you broke up the lines.
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