Flower Power

A little while ago, I decided that I wanted to try my hand at writing a sonnet. I had a bit of poetry phase going, and I thought it would be challenging to put some form to my flowing thoughts. Alas, the sonnet still eludes me, but the ramble is still knocking around in my head so I thought it may be time to temporarily vent.

Flowers are pretty amazing little things. They can grow almost anywhere.


Surrounded by rocks


Out of stagnant muck


On a volcano


In the desert


In a garden

It really doesn’t matter to them. They take nutrients from wherever they are, and bloom. What I love about them is that smell so good. It’s the first thing you do when you see a flower right? See what it smells like?

Here’s my deep thought for the day: Flowers change the atmosphere that surrounds them just by being what they were created to be.

I want to do that. To take something from whatever place I happen to be planted in, and change the atmosphere. Whether things are a little rocky, a little heated, or a little crappy…whether things seem stagnant, or dry, or perfect… to take it, work with it, and bloom where I’m planted…and make the world smell a bit better in the process.

I think that idea will make a great sonnet one day.