Buttercups | Poem by Kaye Spivey

by Kaye Spivey Remember the field of buttercups,
or what we thought was buttercup, laced between watchtowers of thistle? Slow our footsteps. Calm our breath. We’re standing under the afternoon sun. You know better than anyone
how time makes us change. Now that I’m gone,
you see that the thistle’s been cut down by tractors and by the blades
of too many feet. You know better than I do
that once you learn a flower’s name it loses its meaning. Just like when you learn to care
about something, someone;
they leave you. More and more I doubt
I’ve ever even seen a buttercup. It could have just been thistle
and prairie grass and we were too close to the ground
to remember. We were standing in the sunlight,
our feet were bare and running, and back then it didn’t matter—
we were running through buttercups, that soft dirt, those cageless skies— we might still be running.

1 thought on “Buttercups | Poem by Kaye Spivey

  1. "Once a learn a flowers name, it loses its meaning." That line right there was amazing. I loved the way you read this piece and the power you put into it. Well done, loved the imagery as well. Hope your book sells a bunch of copies.

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