🥀 The Flower as I 🌻
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 forward 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.
From an asphalt flower to a victim after a deadly journey under a vehicle, the wounded plant rised 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.
© Blomman 2022-01-07