Better Left Unpicked

Bindweed trumpets in their glory

tell a story of when I,

gazed on pale and fragile petals

underneath an east coast sky.

I was six and from the city,

pretty flowers didn't grow

in the shade of blackened arches

looming over rooms below.

As I picked them at my leisure,

scented pleasure given me,

said my mum, "Admire their beauty,

climbing wild and rambling free"

"Pick them and they'll perish swiftly,

drooping petals, fade and die.

Leave them for the joy of others,

smile on them, then walk on by".

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Wise advice given to you by your mother.
"Pick them and they'll perish swiftly,
drooping petals, fade and die.
Leave them for the joy of others,
smile on them, then walk on by".
I taught my grandchildren the same as above. allow nature to live and enjoy. Thank you Chris for sharing the wonderful words and thoughts.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Coyote. Yes I've got a wise mum and your grandchildren have got a very wise grandad :))read moreThank you Coyote. Yes I've got a wise mum and your grandchildren have got a very wise grandad :))

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked this story and you are welcome Chris.

[Neville]

what we have here is a lovely sentiment encapsulated within a very fine bit o poetry .. n no kiddin :)

[Chris Shaw]

An old poem out for an airing, thanks to you Neville. Pleased you enjoyed the read.

Chris

[Gee]

Jeez, you'd get arrested nowadays. Mum was right, let them be for all to admire.
Noses, scabs and wildflowers, DON'T EVER PICK 'EM.
More to reminisce about as we age, sometimes things seen through rose tinted glasses though.
Hi Christine, ain't it nice to have respite from the heat.

[Chris Shaw]

Sound advice from you Gee. And yes, we have really strong winds at the moment after the rain. Bit cooler though :))

[Crowley]

Great advice, moms are so wise. You write this with just the right amount of romantic nostalgia. The description pos and makes it all so real. Loved this!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Crowley. Still love bindweed to this day.

Chris

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Great piece here wise and selfless...amazing things when we look deep!

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks Queenie, appreciate your response.

Chris

[Jimmy Yetts]

You, Chris, are the gifted daughter of a sage mother.
Her insights, elegantly portrayed.
Lovely little work of art!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Jimmy. My mum, always was full of wisdom, as was hers.

Chris

[1 Deep]

very down to earth, paints a pretty and vivid picture of how childhood is so innocent

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you. Those weeds were very pretty to that innocent child. I still love them now when I see them.

Chris

[sette]

the words of wisdom really counts passed from how many generations

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you sette, yes wisdom passed on from generation to generation. Thank you.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i saw Black Eyed Susans in Vermont, but left them there...then went back to the Bronx, to Sedgewick Avenue to where we had two trees on a very long block, nestled on a little square of grass, surrounded by the concrete jungle.
this made me think of that.
what we didn't have we might have wanted...but sometimes it is better just to borrow the moments instead of trying to take them with us.

[Chris Shaw]

I had to look up black eyed susans. They are so lovely. Then I thought of your concrete jungle and two trees. Someone must have passed on the same message to you. Yes, much better to borrow the moments. Thank you Jacob.