‘Blossom,

In silence I remember

the lost in my home.

For there is my mothers lullaby

to guide me through her ohm.

As I miss the night

under my spelling dream.

I ought to find the light

in my capre diem.

Here I arise, with the lost,

as we are, misfits,

in our bloodstream.

Slowly, the earth, becomes

reckoning under my stream.

These fellow beings take me

under my command.

For I feel, in hope,

the beauty in my hand.

As I bloom, with dead roses,

over the hollow land.

I remember the silence

as I found my homeland. 


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12 responses to “‘Blossom,”

  1. I love how this poem at the end returns to its beginning. Sometimes that’s exactly where we need to go, to process things, or remind ourselves of the joy we could more easily find when we were children.

    Thank you for sharing. 😊

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    • Glad you loved it, Hamish!! And yes indeed, we forget sometimes the good things around us, therefore we should go back and indeed find ourselves!

      It’s always my pleasure to share my work 🙏🏽♥️ Thanks for reading my work!!

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