My Entry for February 23

It was too early for the daffodils to bloom
never would they be allowed to
bloom
bloom as they would

Blooming was a word only
used for the little kings
for the little flower of a king and royals
only they possessed the power to be called
blooming
knowing its time to flow

Daffodils, however
are ones that are never to be called
blooming.
It would have been like calling
a child
growing
when he barely learned.

Clearly the daffodils were learning
learning to bloom as they wish
wishing to be like that, us humans.

We wish to be able to bloom however, whenever
we feel.

The toxic atmosphere should have shriveled the
narcissist's pedals.

Narcissus.

Sounds like the name of a little weed poking through a
field of blooming
blooming
blooming through fields of real flowers,
colour,
shining, noticeable through a sea of real fish-
a plastic mechanical toy.

Its blooming should start later,
if not never.

The cold should've stretched its pedal, damage its stem
make the heart bleed.

"Beat the hero that tries to grow
make him feel the pain of new
make him know Time,
and his place"