(A yam)
I was the flower
that didnt bloom
Planted by an a-
ngel then she left
Left alone I cried
she didn't know
Gangly ugly scared
growing up strange
Alone in a crowd
I'm different
Lonely I knew not
what others had
Two by two engrossed
what did they know
Blossoms of beauty
enjoying life
Unnoticed and dull
here by the side
Hoping now that I
am more mature
We all can't be hunks
or beauty queens
That thought holding me
still hope and dream
Someone caring now I'm glad you came
Not like others a
Christmus Cactus
Sweet considerate
your inside shines
Happy pair our in-
side bloom shines through
My dream
(A Christmas Cactus)
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- Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019 and 2020, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked to Sanaa Rizvi with Weekly Scribbles #5, at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/02/weekly-scribblings-5-mouthful-of-flowers.html?m=1
- The Christmas Cactus is in our Breakfast Room in the corner by the back door. It is at least seven years old and this year is its first time to bloom. The yam was found on Wikipedia using a google search.
I was the flower
that didnt bloom
Planted by an a-
ngel then she left
Left alone I cried
she didn't know
Gangly ugly scared
growing up strange
Alone in a crowd
I'm different
Lonely I knew not
what others had
Two by two engrossed
what did they know
Blossoms of beauty
enjoying life
Unnoticed and dull
here by the side
Hoping now that I
am more mature
We all can't be hunks
or beauty queens
That thought holding me
still hope and dream
Someone caring now I'm glad you came
Not like others a
Christmus Cactus
Sweet considerate
your inside shines
Happy pair our in-
side bloom shines through
My dream
_ _ _
- Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019 and 2020, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked to Sanaa Rizvi with Weekly Scribbles #5, at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/02/weekly-scribblings-5-mouthful-of-flowers.html?m=1
- The Christmas Cactus is in our Breakfast Room in the corner by the back door. It is at least seven years old and this year is its first time to bloom. The yam was found on Wikipedia using a google search.
This is such a lovely and heartening write, Jim!💝 I love how your poem teaches us that looks are not everything and that character is so much more significant. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt!😃
ReplyDeleteOh my some orchids are like that. Happy Wednesday Jim
ReplyDeleteMuch💝love
What a lovely tale of a lovely plant! I like how sweetly romantic you made it, yet full of truth.
ReplyDeleteMay we always look deeper than the outside. You've written a beautiful reminder.
ReplyDeleteMy mother had a Christmas cactus which had belonged to her mother which she nurtured carefully. She gave "starts" to grandchildren and they to theirs, and the grandmother's Christmas cactus now blooms from Illinois to Ohio to Texas! It is not the most beautiful of plants, but it has a strong spirit and when it blooms it is glorious!
ReplyDeleteOh Jim, the opening stanza brought tears to my eyes! I’m so glad you found your Christmas Cactus.
ReplyDeleteJim it is good that you embraced your cactus, we all need a little love don't we!
ReplyDeleteMay everyone's bloom on the inside shine through to the world. Thank you for that thought, Jim
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