I'm not a hothouse flower
because I'm weak, or timid,
or need constant attention
That's not it at all.
It's that my heart can only flourish
under certain conditions, attenuated weather
and intentional soil in which to rest
So please shut the door.
Keep in the heat, wrap me up in mist
please jesus god don't tell me,
I'll blossom only once in a lifetime.
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Lol, oh I like this.... clever! Just remember, when you do blossom..... it will be spectacular !
ReplyDeleteOnly joking Gumbo, you are definitely a hardy perennial. :)
Ah yes, spoken like a true man.
ReplyDeleteYou fellers do need alot of attention.
@Iggy. I'm with you on this one. I wish I weren't a hothouse flower.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could pick up love wherever I saw it, enjoy the moment for what it is, and move on. I wish I could abandon myself to love and not lose myself in the process.
Maybe that's a character fault. Maybe that's just how I am.
Brotherly love to you, IG.
@Charmaine. I think you'll find a few of you gals, too, are pretty high maintenance when it comes to attention.
Being clover - consistent, plain, unnoticed, occasionally trampled - is no fun either, just FTR.
ReplyDeletelemme share a little secret about hot house flowers...there are places on this earth where they grown like wildflowers along the roadside -- wild and hearty. When I first saw orchids scattered along the roads in Hawaii, I was amazed. And little plants that would grow to be 4 feet in a hot house here, grew taller than the buildings there.
ReplyDeleteI consider myself to be a hot house flower...I work on not apologizing for it. It is our nature. There sure are things in our culture which (I think especially for men) which discourage this acknowledgement, but there it is. I celebrate it with you, Irish!