Blooming Pleasures
By Lori Triggs
Copyrighted 2006

My flower was grown with buds
Waiting to bloom by a man.

My flower was deflowered with
Blooms opened fertilized its seed.

My flower was defiled by
My ex love for he forgot to
Love, compassion with attention.

My flower was debloomed and
Felt wilted with no buds.

My flower was grown with
New buds by a new man, who cares,
Gives love, compassion with attention.

My flower was deflowered again
By the new man the first day we met.

My flower sowed its seed
3 times at the Hyatt March 10th,
After being out of the Robert Wood Johnson
Hospital emergency room for Cardiology.

I say my heart works fine,
But I might need a hip or joint replacement.

Hello poetryladycat Lori, and welcome among us! Thank you so much for coming to join us, and for sharing this poem with us.

I like your style, and find your poem fulfills the intriguing promise of its perfectly apt title. I enjoy the insight and the humor you show and share, perfectly summed up at the end.

I say your heart works fine too, and I am happy to welcome you as part of our circle. We are so fortunate that fascinating new poets like you are coming to us now; you make us better, and we are truly grateful. Together we make a great group of mutually supportive friends, poets who are people first in a collective of kindness.

Respect and solidarity, and once again: welcome.

Love,

+Stevie

great piece-
misty

Thank you Steven and guest.