Hour 24: blooming

blooming

the rosebush
despite my neglect
blooms again
the tiniest buds
are hard red things
but as they open
they fade to tangerine
and then to peach
meanwhile
becoming less tough
less closed-off
softer
freer
as should we become
as we grow and
blossom

 

7 thoughts on “Hour 24: blooming

  1. A rosebush blooming despite neglect immediately made me think of inner strength. Your ongoing details of tiniest buds, fading color of tangerine to peach, and then the ultimate blossoming all kept my attention. Especially because this is your last poem, it’s all the more poignant. There was blossoming throughout the entire experience.

  2. You have beautiful imagery! I love how the “hard red things” “fade to tangerine.” That is beautiful! I also really love the part about them becoming less tough. Some advice to help make this poem tighter: switch the first and second lines, and take out “meanwhile,’ and switch “we” and “should”! Other than those few things, this poem is fantastic! 😀

  3. Such an insightful commentary about nature – and the personal strengths we find in the richness of our coming in to blossom – this is beautiful!

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