exposed
The things I’ve forgotten, the messes I’ve made,
the dried-up, brittle-boned detritus of survival.
Perhaps I left it out as a reminder.
A forecast. A prediction.
Or a testament to who I really am,
beneath the soil of wasted hour and wanted nutrient.
Root-bound. Buried.
Parched or drowning, depending on the weather.
Somehow, even so, I will bloom.
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March 12th, 2015 at 1:03 pm
Love the thought of what we might have left out doing just as a purpose.. maybe forgetfulness is just subconscious prioritization.. maybe we should be more like weeds than roses.. it’s so much easier to bloom…
Hope to see you at OLN now when we have it biweekly on Thursday
March 12th, 2015 at 3:34 pm
most def. you will… the older i get the more i think that there are times when we bloom and times when we wither a bit, sometimes suffering under bad conditions… though blossoming time is often just round the corner… felt
March 12th, 2015 at 3:44 pm
It’s such a comfort to know that something good can always be rescued from the messes we make.
March 12th, 2015 at 3:57 pm
I do like the optimism in this poem. Despite what one does in life, blooming is inevitable; and we must always remember that (I think) during difficult times.
March 12th, 2015 at 4:05 pm
Somehow, even so, I will bloom….yes indeed. I like this hope at the end, the look to something better.
March 12th, 2015 at 6:10 pm
I liked how you captured the essence of the human spirit here, you set expectations and then defied them, nice.
March 12th, 2015 at 6:28 pm
I think all of us underneath are all roots ~
Love that ending, with faith, we will all bloom ~
March 12th, 2015 at 6:52 pm
Somehow, sometime I will bloom – and so you will… Enjoyed the spirit of this poem With Best Wishes Scott
March 12th, 2015 at 6:53 pm
Nicely done, beautifully written, quite excellent.
Life brings with it times of drought and we wither a little. Our resilient roots remain and we recover and bloom again, a little wiser than before.
Anna :o]
March 12th, 2015 at 7:15 pm
Somehow I think this may be speaking of a person, not that lonely plant? Very thought provoking and hopeful “somehow…I will bloom” Thanks for sharing.
March 12th, 2015 at 7:41 pm
The forecast of spring is certainly a song of rooted love..
and the cup that dwelleth among the weeds.. is always
loved in water when spring of life does flow.. to the ocean
where springs rivers creeks and streams do become oceanful..:)
March 12th, 2015 at 8:30 pm
Isn’t it amazing!
March 12th, 2015 at 8:34 pm
Well done, and I especially liked the ending.
March 12th, 2015 at 9:44 pm
This is beautifully hopeful and full of strength. I love it. Also, I appreciate that you introduced me to a word that is new-to-me (detritus). Thank you.
March 12th, 2015 at 10:10 pm
So you used one of my favorite words, ‘detritus’: I came to the second line and my heart stopped, I had to remember to breath, and start all over again. You write such arresting poetry, I loved it.
March 13th, 2015 at 3:41 am
Oh yes, I have pots like that, and I keep them doggedly, believing that they will bloom again.
March 13th, 2015 at 11:36 am
Such a beautiful poem, Kelly – love the last line – Somehow, even so….
March 13th, 2015 at 2:51 pm
Excellent testament to who we really are…hopefully beauty can blossom in the messes we’ve made…fitting photo too.
March 13th, 2015 at 2:58 pm
Love the hope of that last line. Peace, Linda
March 13th, 2015 at 4:27 pm
A wonderful and inspiring tale of hope – well penned Kelly, I will soon get back to working on our project.
March 13th, 2015 at 10:51 pm
Mmm, this strikes me: “who I really am,
beneath the soil of wasted hour and wanted nutrient.”
Beautiful photograph as well.
March 15th, 2015 at 12:05 am
oh ! i just loved the ending