Memoirs of Blooming

Like a petal you fell,

drooped like a stem.

You’ve lost your water and light,

lows have drained your gem.

Support is needed,

your bubble can’t glow.

A flashlight of the sun needs to rain upon you,

a light you can not borrow.

Along came a gardner new to his tools,

pulled your weeds and made you new.

Your pollen attracts the insects,

then travels with other grooves.

Now the shadows have come to pick you from the bunch.

The hands feel familiar,

now you have a hunch.

In a glass full of water,

your thirsty but begin to drown.

Now your petals are lying down.

In the dark you go,

to a different destination.

The feeling is too thick,

suffocating while letting go.

Alas those insects arrive,

little by little away you fly.

Before you could open your dreary eyes,

in beds of beds you multiplied.

Now you are many seeds,

helping those who are blind.

S. L. Cline