What does disillusionment mean to you?

Question

I chanced upon a meadow

strewn with flowers with scents so rare

And colours of such radiance

that I sought sanctuary there.

I gazed in awesome wonder

at the beauty I had found.

So much to see. So much to taste.

I danced carelessly all around.

There was joy in my heart to see

Wind-blown bright poppy seeds.

But, then amongst the flowers

I noticed some tiny weeds,

Not enough to trouble me at first

As these could hardly be seen

But, my happiness felt tainted

No longer did I feel free.

I tried to ignore the ugliness

But soon saw weeds everywhere

Brambles and poison ivy

Spreading feelers to sting and tear

Choking the remaining flowers

Despoiling my happy dream

I've found in my simple meadow

That nothing is what it seems.

Sad isn't it?

Answer 1

  I think it's beautiful...we need all of gods blessing, although sometimes they are not so pretty to us. To everything there is a purpose...

Answer 2

You summed it up for me..

Dissillusionment..Seing past the beauty and focusing on the Ugly

Positive Power VS Negative Energy

I have learned ... To take the Ugly or Imperfect and embrace it as it is

and find a place for it in my little world where it can be seen in a positive light.

Thus.. In my garden .. I practice the art of Selective Weeding which in my mind will deter the bugs from eating my plants as they have plenty of weeds to feast on.  

Answer 3

I ABSOLUTELY loved this, just loved it.

So, do we wear blinders while in the field

so we can continue to dance so free

or find a way to allow the sight

no such victory?

ma

Answer 4

True disillusionment would be finding out the grannyjill I have come to love so dearly is a guy.

Answer 5

I danced inside a meadow fair,

and such sights did I see there,

my flowers mingled with the weeds,

what god had sown such tainted seeds?

I asked to heaven, asked them why,

and never received a reply,

until I learned to find the beauty

in the nettle and the thorn,

and realized that only fools

are quick to offer scorn,

for does a thing determine its creation,

or is it simply born?

Answer 6

It would be sad enough even if it were a literal meadow...nothing is ever quite what it seems.  Distortion seems one of the great informing principles of consciousness...I hope your meadow is soon restored and that your poem finds its rightful place amongst its glories.  I hope to be there to see it all come to pass...

Answer 7

Yes, give them gas.

Answer 8

Wales can be like that......even in summer.

Your first line got me in. It reminds me of something I wrote which I will post shortly. Lovely lovely poem with contrast and meaning. Sad that you saw reality instead of retaining the bliss. The negative drew you away from the positive. Ah humanity! Tis so.  I have this feeling I have posted this before so I won't put it up as a question (an old poem of mine, not as good as your GJ)

Field of Dreams

I came upon a field of green

Floating and waving beneath the arbours

A canopy shade to me was calling

Prepared for me, a place for dreaming

I lay, my face toward the azure

Waiting for sleep to cradle my soul

In time the leaves fell soft and gentle

And wrapped me in a blanket of gold

Sleep enfolded a warm embracing

Engaged my mind in blissful scenes

It lead me back to days of wonder

Refreshed my soul, bought sweet release

Oh that the days that age and weary

Might be transformed by nature's way

Replenish all by the cycle of living

I can but dream from where I lie