This poem was one of three winners chosen by the English Department Staff this past May for the "Poetry In Bloom" Contest. Each finalist was awarded with an Amazon gift card!
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Efflorescence
when we no longer rise to the sun’s song
my father always told me
there is a piece of mother nature in my soul
my delicate petals of hair fray
crisping into mudded pages
and they fall one by one
as i count the months going by
the daylight fleeting
under my rose-thorned gaze
on the longest night of the year my breaths are the shortest
i can water myself under the showerhead no longer
as my ivy fingers shiver leaving the vase
my weeping roots beg for me
rotting beneath the frost on my skin
yet i am paralyzed by the eternal wind
but soon
the sun stretched further than she had before
reaching the corner of my terracotta pot
i am afraid to breathe
the cold air pierces my lungs
icicles sharper than any prickled stem
but my period of dormancy has ended
and she breathes life into my core once more
uprooting my vines and planting me in her dawn
it is true
there is a piece of mother nature in my soul
so when the warm breeze turns to blizzard
and the bark loses its life
i cling to the lasting glow
for a season of rebirth is just beyond my reach
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