B L O S S O M
a poem a day in the month of may
Today’s word is blossom, which is a lovely thing to think about as I watch Spring unfold before me.
Before we get there, I want to share another beautiful piece of art created from the word prompts, this one by Sarah Van Sciver:
A few words from the poem:
Sustainability is a sacred seed
The growing of plants and corn
Sustenance for our earthly bodies
And a giving back to the source of this
Sustenance.
I’m so touched by the way you’re all engaging with these simple one-word-one-day prompts. I can’t keep up with all the comments, but please know that I’m watching and grateful every single day for how gentle, encouraging, and brave you’re all being with one another and with yourselves. Keep it up!
Blossom
The blossom says to the world
I am here, here I am
and waits for an answer,
a response of connection.
And, I think, perhaps
it is the same with us,
opening ourselves up
to the world and hoping
that someone will show up
someone will respond
someone will say yes
someone will want us
because we chose
not to hide behind
the leaves or
in the dark dirt of winter.
Who would dare to say,
"bloom where you are planted" to
a rose in a swamp?
It is only when
we are safe and well tended
that we truly thrive.
How many of us
have been stifled, then blamed when
we didn't blossom?
There's no such thing as
a late bloomer, just misplaced
or neglected seeds.
When I was 40 I was a "late bloomer"
at 50 - still blooming but fading
60 - in a panic until a close relation died and my self imposed midlife crisis was set aside
(really not worth the energy, by the way)
and now at 70 - I wonder can I bloom again?
Still interested
Still moving
Still loving
This is a new and freeing age of becoming
Think I will keep planting the seeds of change and give it a shot
Join me