Bloom, Blossom, Grow
A Poem of Noticing the Garden

The herb is strong like the dying coleus was last month.
The relentless rains beat the flower bushes and coleus into submission.
The poinsettias and sunflowers got stronger from the beating,
but the flooding puddles acted more like a mortician.
Nothing sexy about the sage or impatiens, they were in bloom.
But the purple queen has stretched herself as if reaching for the moon.
The spider is blossoming sprawled out like her legs are wide open,
the seeds have yet to sprout, but we are all still hoping.
The Banana trees are growing like a happy family together,
unbothered by the light or dark or stormy weather.
I wonder if the pumpkin seeds will sprout before the petunia --
or if I'll see the cosmos come to their colorful full bloom life?
I wonder if the dying coleus has a second wind for regrowth
like the repotted herb that grew strong regardless of the strife?
The pretty pink flower bushes and the wild daisies remain
the most consistent of the flirtacious and the vain.
I adore the way they spread so eagerly and giggle in the wind -
as if to mock humanity's attempts at forgetting original sin.
About the Creator
Shanon Angermeyer Norman
Gold, Published Poet at allpoetry.com since 2010. USF Grad, Class 2001.
Currently focusing here in VIVA and Challenges having been ECLECTIC in various communities. Upcoming explorations: ART, BOOK CLUB, FILTHY, PHOTOGRAPHY, and HORROR.



Comments (1)
This seemed very lyrical and I sang it to my own tune! Well done