Thanks:/ The inspiration behind it is nearly two decades of creating my own life without the help of my biological mother. She chose drugs and alcohol over motherhood when I was very young, which ultimately lead up to her own untimely death. She had become a stranger to me with almost no contact over 17 years. When I found out about her death I didn't know what to feel. Honestly, I still don't. Today is the anniversary of her passing, and this is the first time I've ever written about her. I figured the title was apropos, considering the lack of her presence in my life and the uncertainty of my feelings about it.
3 years ago
This makes so much more sense reading your comment to. Your words are always so beautiful though regardless of the topic.
How could you go on?
Your abandoned aching soul is so damn beautiful..
Shine on and blossom from within :)
3 years ago
"“I was an abandoned marigold”
Just this starting line: beautiful in its spaciousness, its ability to present such a vast expansive world, a flower alone in a field. This really drew me in and held me prisoner, needing to read more.
A line of just a single word, much like the marigold, abandoned to live by itself within the poem. And quite an interesting choice of comparison here - Promethean, being especially creative, innovative even, and Prometheus, the fire thief, here as the marigold without a sun.
And that ending - “I wonder… or because of you” so dazzlingly closes the piece with the inquiry of whether the narrator has sprouted from “you” or in the course of having known “you”. A beautifully crafted, thoughtful write."
“…and I wonder if I have blossomed from you, or because of
you” A lingering question which has taken me deep into this
write. From start to end there is sadness definitely yet in
certain parts it feels like the author is best without this person
and at the same time what it would be like if that person had
given some of her time to him. Lonely and sad prevailing feel throughout this write…touching.