This is a poem I wrote late last year, just a few days before the new year’s. I had taken a break from writing poems in order to focus on working on one of my novel ideas, but I had a sudden burst of inspiration and have been acting on it ever since.

I took horticulture all throughout high school, and having had all the phrases and terms I learned still bouncing around in my head, I randomly realized how much imagery and figurative language can be applied to them. Also, since I started writing this about a week after my current girlfriend asked me out, the topic of romance was on my mind again. Let’s hope this doesn’t age poorly.

When I first read over it, I thought it didn’t flow properly, and I even considered scrapping it. But now, after revisiting it, it’s short and sweet in it’s own special way, I believe. I hope you guys can pick up some meaning from it as well.

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I’ve bought my seeds, my scion leaves

Plucked ivy from the eaves

To start my garden ardently

But one of loving deeds.

I sow and hoe and till to see

If so-and-so would shill for me

As I would do for him or her

Like having orchid seedlings spur.

Months ere the first of seedlings sprout

Though such can cast the worst of doubt

When aforementioned seedlings sprout

I’ll jump and sing and twirl about.

I did it, people! Like you said

Could not happen, but instead

Like flower heads bent left and right

My self is also bathed in light.