Plants weren’t watered while I was gone
My son forgot
The geraniums were wilted
So jilted, fraught
A good watering – life appears
Or reappears
I should say – its posture improves –
Life moves, cheers
Yes, cheers my heart. All is not lost
Tiny buds burst
Within days — I am delighted
A righted thirst
The W3 prompt this week: Write a poem of three stanzas inspired by the phrase ‘A Wilted Flower’ —Rhyming: Optional
The story in the poem is true. I didn’t know I needed to tell my son to water the plants. Geraniums are so resilient. I wish I could say the same of some of my other plants.
I chose another unpronounceable Irish form: the decnad cummaisc, a form that employs quatrains with both end and internal rhymes. Here are the guidelines:
- Four-line stanzas.
- Eight syllables in the first and third lines.
- Four syllables in the second and fourth lines, which both end rhyme.
- The final word of line three rhymes with the middle of line four.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 
Thank you for water. I’m glad your flowers revived
Water is pretty amazing, isn’t it?
Very 💙
Hi, Sally 👋🏻
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by the brilliant Nigel Byng, is now live!
Enjoy! 💖
~David
Sally! This is both technically beautiful and the story of resilience a wonderful metaphor for this crazy life (and I had to chuckle because I can see my son doing the same thing – thus no plants indoors)!!
It’s always heartening when a plant revives. I have to admit to occasionally being neglectful of my own plants…(K)
Nice take! Feels so conversational and relatable.
Sally, I love how your poem emphasizes the contrast between the wilted state of the geraniums and their eventual revival!
~David
I can feel the elation from them and you as they responded to a well needed drink! 💞💞💞
It always makes me nervous when things are wilting. Will they revive?! I am glad yours did.☺️
Yes — my geraniums are hardy. Some of my other plants not so much