Abloom

I see you seeing me. I know you are a flourishing gift. Do you know what I am? What we could be… (for each other)? You, growing through brick walls and urban filth. Me, knowing what it is to be… (you and me). We are weirds of nature, abloom.

a wild thing—
city grown daisy,
me with you

I see you seeing me, but know not what you are… until you grow deeper in me. You see, a sprouting thing rarely shows its true face. Not before trust takes root. Not before desire grows into more. Never (not ever) before two taste what they could be, abloom.

a fresh leaf
always needs sunlight,
I want you

You see me seeing you. My fingertips reach for your extended hand. My wicked grin matches your knowing smile. We touch. We feel. We tremble. We are, abloom…

touch a bloom,
and feel his wilds spring
as you fall

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a wee note…
– While keying random thoughts on my phone, I accidentally typed “abloom”. When autocorrect didn’t show its disdain, I flew to the dictionary (I knew the word had to do with blooming, but I wanted specifics). The dictionary said abloom means “in bloom; blossoming; flowering”. I like it… a lot. Naturally, I had to feed it to a poem (or three).
– Linked to dVerse ~ Open Link Night 200

55 thoughts on “Abloom

  1. Awesome! Those beautiful blooms bursting into more, when allowed. We are the few who delight in such passion that most would never feel. I think I am abloom….lovely new word.

  2. My goodness this is an absolute treat!❤️ Especially love this bit; “I see you seeing me, but know not what you are… until you grow deeper in me. You see, a sprouting thing rarely shows its true face. Not before trust takes root. Not before desire grows into more. Never (not ever) before two taste what they could be, abloom” and oh that haiku!❤️

  3. I love it when those inspirations come in such unexpected ways. I use abloom–I think it is probably a word from older generations such as mine and it works well when you need 2 syllables or are writing in iambic meter.

    This conversational poem is delightful, alternating with the photos. I just cut back my big clump of Shasta Daisies–make me sad that they have finished their happy bloom.

  4. A passionate and intricate haibun, Magaly, with the gorgeous haiku punctuating and highlighting each thought. I love the wild ‘city grown daisy’ (the ‘sprouting thing’) and the passion abloom throughout. That last haiku took my breath away!

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  5. That is a great word! And I love how you bring the two of you into bloom with one another…what a great idea of each seeing the other.

  6. Abloom together! Your words have taken a very sensual turn of late! Makes me realize, again, that good sex starts in the head! Just wonderfu!

  7. You are so the most perfect person to write a poem using the word abloom…you were meant for each other.

  8. You’ve created interesting images and analogies on the basis of a simple mis-type. I find it fascinating to consider all the various wellsprings of inspiration. Nice job!
    Steve K.

  9. a sprouting thing rarely shows its true face.
    Not before trust takes root.
    Not before desire grows into more

    Exactly Magaly! Only a keen sense of observation can come up with such insistence and you have it in abundance!

    Hank

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