Time to Bloom
There once was a wilted flower,
who had never fully bloomed.
She lived with carnations, dahlias and larkspurs, Who left her in complete solitude.
Too many had tried to get her to grow, And plant her in new soil,
Saw her petals begin to unfold,
But their patience went dry, spoiled.
Until one day she attracted the sun,
Who generously offered her rays.
The flower began to happily hum,
Because she felt brighter than any bouquet.
The once wilted flower became a beaming marigold, So she could shine even when the sun went home.
About this poem
I was inspired to write "Time to Bloom" while looking at a picture of my friend Cecilia and I on our last day together. Moreover, I always get very emotional when I stumble upon this picture in my camera roll, because it reminds me of the beautiful moments and the rare connection we formed last year in our eight months together. This picture also brings back some unwelcome memories I try to forget because long before she had arrived, I had trouble developing female relationships. At the beginning of the poem, I introduce the wilted flower as a symbol of my inability to form meaningful friendships and how that made me feel unwanted and essentially damaged. Furthermore, this weighed on me a lot because I saw most of my friends make these connections early on, which made me feel very isolated. In addition, the metaphor surrounding the idea of planting the flower into new soil signifies how I was kind of a floater friend, always in new friend groups that would never work out. Tha more »
Written on November 29, 2023
Submitted by victoriaormistonn on December 22, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 529 |
Words | 107 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 4, 1 |
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