In Bloom…

🥀 The Flower like Me 🌻

From a crack in the street, grew a flower with the aim of eternal life.
The asphalt that covered playgrounds and cycling paths was surrounded
by concrete houses. He grew up beyond all the fine flower arrangements and
the road was never straight. The road that led him onward was crooked
and lined with obstacles and resistance.

The acquisition, which was governed by inheritance and obligation, was
the predetermined course. Nothing went as wrong as the credible thesis
– a theory failed. With death as a close visitor, the life got a second chance.
The plant, once an asphalt flower, became a victim after a deadly journey under a vehicle. Yet, it rose against all odds.

From a course change to discourse in the academic flower box, new seeds
where spread. Nectar that has always been there, was suffocated due to
uncertainty. The survivor of the working-class society became a conqueror of
dual bachelor’s degree. The conquest is unique in the collection of familiar
flowers.

Dramatized acting on stage became plant nutrient to the root. The strength
of memorizing the words in the script, became the flower’s power on the stage.
Predisposition for artistic analysis is the strength that strengthens the stem.
Water and sun are mixed with culture that breathes over the leaves.

The pot of poetry
will be filled to the brim
with hungry poems
to feed a starving poet.

Words and emotions
are fed with stanzas
and verses from the
middle of the soul.

The damaged flower
survived a serious
car accident, this day
41 years ago…

…and he is still in bloom.

© Björn Blomqvist 2022-01-07