By Allison Stein
Inspiration comes from several avenues, but the biggest source of my ideas has always been the outdoors. Nature is essential to my writing process; therefore, my grandparents’ yard is an ideal place to ponder over words. The hilltop garden that overlooks the pond is especially stunning; when I observe beauty as deep as what I see in those flowers, words flow.
I recall one evening two summers ago. My family had walked to my grandparents’ house, and as usual, I was in awe of the garden. One particular flower enraptured me so much that I got out a notebook I had brought with me, sat at the top of the hill, and recorded the sight of a hibiscus. By the end of the day, I had titled my poem The Lone Flower; I would like to share the beauty I discovered with you.
The Lone Flower The lone flower Tinted light pink Quavered in the breeze, Made me forget to think. Even from a distance I envied the flower's grace: The center looked like satin; The edges portrayed lace. The stem held lush leaves Like a pretty vine; The leaves began to twist As I watched them entwine. The flower tilted slightly, Turning with the wind. The hibiscus changed direction; I swear the flower grinned.
Great poem Allison! I’ve heard a lot of people say that this is their favorite of your poems!