Bending towards the rays,
my wildflowers open,
and fruits sweetly ripen.
The light adorns my garden,
but beneath sun-baked soil,
roots have unraveled in tangles,
and are choking each other dead.
Petals release their hold,
submitting to a warm breeze–
their cumulative beauty dying.
Prolonged exposure,
in this stifling haze,
ignites my garden on fire.
Fueled by extended drought,
and failure to tend the weeds,
Flames gnaw through with fierceness
The radiant veil of light,
That once bathed me with glow,
Has now vaporized me into ash.
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FallingAwake2 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: mostly about addiction... about too much of a seemingly good thing can be detrimental
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Comments2
A most wonderful metaphor very graphic in imagery and a story well woven
The poem title is like the name you chose for this site : a deliberate contradiction or contrast. “Scorched” and “bloom” are opposites, but they are deliberately joined here.
The first part of the poem shows nature at peace, proceeding slowly with its work. In the second part, roots choke each other. Thus there is a fight among the roots, just as among humans. Most probably the fight is one for survival : the life of one depends on the death of another nearby. With many roots near each other, some are bound to be losers in the battle for survival. It’s survival of the fittest.
Petals are overcome by the warm breeze. Their power of holding to something vanishes. With their death goes their beauty too. The increasing heat sets fire to the garden. Flames ravage everything in their path.
Finally the excessive heat gets the better of plants and flowers. However, we will note that with the passage of time, nature fights back and new greenery will sprout up from the ashes.
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